They’ve worked out exactly what would have happened.”Calara touched his shoulder and said softly, “Rachel’s extremely smart. The margin for er...or is miniscule.”Rachel shook her head and smiled. “And Calara’s being far too modest about her contribution ... but this presentation isn’t about how incredibly perceptive she is; we already know that.” Glancing at Faye, she nodded. “Go ahead.”Faye was sitting cross-legged on her chair and she blinked to activate the holo-screen. The picture was taken. Well enjoy your dress and I wish you luck in your performance,” the woman said in a final sort of tone, another customer catching her eye and flagging her down. “Thanks,” Rachael said as the woman walked to the new person. Setting off for the dressing room she held her dress delicately, as if it was made of rice paper. Closing the door to her spacious fitting room she stripped off her outfit; consisting of 7’s black skinny jeans, a Theory fitted tuxedo shirt and black and utterly destroyed. Your mouth clamping over me and sucking, making me cry out. "Oh baby you're so good at that! Mmmmm yes. Don't stop. Make me cum!" With your tongue deep inside me, you suck hard. My orgasm hits me hard, making me shake all over. You continue sucking, intent on getting every single drop of my cum. I smile at you. "Good boy!" You look up at me, I can see how excited you are. "Now what am I going to do with you?" I say as I tap my chin. "Oh I know!" I sit back on the couch, legs spread. I look at. Suddenly, one day my senior called me to his house for dinner. So I took a champagne bottle and roses.I entered their door, gave it to the respective people. We had small talk and then dinner. While eating ice-cream. My senior said, “Thanks for taking care of her at the New Year’s Eve Party.” I skipped a heartbeat. I smiled and said, “That’s fine, sir. No need of thanks.”He continued, “Well I know you for quite a while,” his wife came and sat on his lap, “You’re pretty good, handsome and some.