”“What?”“Never mind. Anyway, sorry to dump this on you, but you had to know. I’m flying out tomorrow morning and will be gone a few weeks.�...“Gee, Dad, I’m sorry.”“Thanks. And to think I was considering marrying the bitch. And I’m through with your goddamn sister too. I still can’t believe it!”“Again, I’m so sorry, and I hope you have a safe trip. I hope it helps you…”“It can’t hurt, that’s for sure. I’ll be in touch.”----A couple nights later Rod called Layla. He didn’t expect her to pick up but. Tim nodded to Mrs. Grayson and swiftly the trusted secretary reached toward the hidden zipper of her employer's fly. The soft sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Tim swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Mrs. Grayson's deft fingers reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Tim's cock. Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of his erect cock."Yes... uh huh... uh huh..." he kept on. When the train did arrive they boarded it in silence taking seats next to each other just inside the door.Amanda watched as the city of Paris flashed before her on their way to Monique's apartment.“Do you like Paris, Chéri?”“From what little I've seen, yes. It has so much history I'd love to spend more time here and explore it.”“You have a week, no? Maybe I can be a tour guide for you and monsieur Jay.”Amanda laughed, “Hopefully, he'll still be speaking with me when I get back. I think that. Her heart was pounding in her throat, shefelt almost delirious with arousal.'There, that's done', Jean said, turning the girlaround by the elbows so they were standing virtuallyface-to-face, 'now, let's get those garters hooked up.Could you step forward on your right leg for amoment?'Angie thrust her knee slightly forward in the classicpose while Jean began adjusting the suspenders. Thewoman fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds,fussing over the garter-strap. Translucent denierstretched.