“Oh..” she replied …”so you wont be spending anymore late nights?” . “Not if I can help it” I replied. “Well, I’m glad about that”...she said, somewhat insincerely. I could have sworn she actually looked disappointed. Before I could take that conversation any further however, she switched her vacuum on full blast and moved to the next line of cubicles. I decided to let her be till the end of her shift….I had work to do in any case. 2 hours later“YESSSSS” I punched my fist in the air as the script. I told her flat out that I was looking for some other girl to take to the party, someone more in tune with how I thought a date should go. Gloria then led me to believe that this would be the night she would give in. Being weak minded and with visions of pussy dancing in my head I told her I would see her at seven. To make a long story short I picked her up at seven, went to the party and then got in an argument with her, told her to piss off and then I went home.At the house Liz, secure in the. He was going be our waiter for the evening.Throughout dinner, Winston and my wife kept compliments flowing back and forth. When it came time to order another bottle of wine, he asked my wife if she would like to see the wine cellar. She said she would like that, very much.As she got up, she gave me that look, and I knew this was no ordinary trip to the wine cellar.I watch them walk away and felt my cock get hard.Another waiter came over, brought me a drink, and told me it was on the house. I. “You weren’t here.” “You let yourself in?” Helen said at least discovering now both who broke the vase and how. “Well yes.” She added, “I didn’t do it on purpose,” by way of justification. Helen replied sternly “Maybe, but I still got a spanking.” “That wasn’t fair,” Emily said as though trying to make amends. “No it wasn’t fair.” Helen added, “It should have been you.” She wasn’t sure why she added that because Emily was in her fifties, like Mrs W. However it seemed to make sense to the.