Jeanne gave them a brief tour, but then left for a last minute meeting, giving Melanie and David a chance to shower and catch a few badly needed hours...of sleep.That evening, Jeanne took them to dinner at a small restaurant where the walls were covered with portraits of famous French actors. It probably was no coincidence that their table was right under the picture of Marc Renault. He had been a good looking SOB, David acknowledged, even with the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth –. I work a stupid secretary job that my friend got me. The pay is barely enough to get me by. I really need a raise in my payment if I want to keep this beautiful condo I have. My first home that I bought by myself.I arranged for a meeting with my boss, Miss Kool, at a local cafe by our work. I dressed in my semi-formal work wear with a tight blouse opening buttons to expose a peak of cleavage. My long legs showing from the knees under this pencil skirt. My boss walked in wearing her typical. .I was sitting on the schools balcony talking to cris she was standing just beside me. I was talking about how jake and my father had been a jerk to me.That day i didnt attend any class as i was broken from within both mentally and physically ,i was just wandering around the school campus thinking about all the bad things that happened to me in the last few days before i went to the balcony to meet cris.She sat down beside me hugged me and said 'dont cry big boy!and totally not for that big. Her mouth opened and when she moaned loud enough to be heard by the crowd, the room nearly went silent. The crowd was leaning as far over the stage as possible and was quieter than any time since we entered the building. Ginger’s moans got louder and faster and until suddenly there was a guttural moan as Ginger hit the peak of her orgasm. The intensity was enough to cause Ginger to squirt all over the stage. The force and volume of her squirting was enough to spray the faces of those.