The department store was open at 8 am and she quickly got dragged in. Rika had always loved to shop, Carrie remembered, and she also had an amazing kn...ck for finding the best deals on everything. Together they spent 6 hours rummaging through cute dresses, shorts, skirts, sexy lingerie, shoes, handbags, perfume bottles, and had there been a guy forced to tag along or wait on them, he would’ve surely began to cry by the end. Rika’s parents were pretty rich, and even while they were away, Rika. Early my second year working there, our kitchen manager Janet told me as I was clocking in, “Barsamian wants to see you this morning when you get a chance.” “Right, I’ll see her after I put away the frozen stuff.” She thought for a second, “She gets in about 7:00.” “Okay.” Maro Barsamian was our building manger, a strikingly attractive woman I estimated to be in her mid-30's. We often saw her poking her head in anywhere in the building checking on safety regulations and occasionally a serious. He had sought her out over lunch to ask a couple of follow-up questions. It was then that Em had had suggested he come up to her suite after lunch so they could go over the issues that he’d raised in much greater detail. One of these issues was the interesting bulge in his pants that had appeared when she had smiled at him and lightly touched him on the arm as he leaned over her chair at the dining table. It immediately got bigger when she suggested meeting in her suite. Em had dressed with. As time ticked by I almost left and chickened out, but just as I was about to leave I got a text from my gentleman (which is what he truly was)and I knew there was no turning back. I gave him the room number and he said he would be right up, my heart was pounding and my pussy was aching I had to satisfy this thirst.Then there was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat as I quickly checked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black and white spaghetti strap dress, cut just right.