During a most pleasant dinner a fierce storm arrived with its lightning providing more light than the many candles and gas lanterns could offer. Evid...ntly something of great import to Baring had surfaced, but he kept it from me throughout the evening, instead he along with Mrs. Baring insisted that I remain as their guest rather than chance traveling home on such a stormy night. I accepted the offer, and having done so, realized it would be the first night away from Number 7 Saville Row in. When I turned towards him, my cock in my hand, he placed the mop he was holding against the wall and moved towards me. When he came up besides me I gave my cock a few strokes. The next thing I knew he grabbed my cock in his hand and gave it a good squeeze. He then started running his other hand over my chest. I was breathing pretty heavy by now, not knowing what will happen next but very excited that something good will happen. The janitor quit rubbing my chest, released my cock from his hand. She went to her desk, turned on her computer, and marched into his office, but he wasn’t there. She returned to her desk and checked her email. There was the message that her boss was in Vermont with his family and wouldn’t be back until after January.“Santa was right,” she whispered to herself.Determined to keep her promise, Demi marched to HR. As she entered, she saw the panicked look on the director’s face. “Oh shit,” he whispered under his breath.“I want a transfer!” she demanded.“What?”. "The team disappeared from the table. The dining room was very crowded. Cal, knowing if they were to stand and fight here, nothing good would come of it. Many innocent lives would be forfeited. He hid in a booth. A waitress came by the table. He reached up and touched her arm.Cal whispered, "Miss, I need your help."The waitress turned to him, "What can I do for you?" You see those people by the door?"The waitress nodded her head. "They are not here to eat. Can you distract them a couple of.