It wouldn’t be Julie the naked, horny chick on her knees this time. It would be Julie, the account manager. The woman who had her own office and sec...etary. Who was a star on the rise in her own company. That was the woman he wanted to humble tonight. It should have bothered her, his arrogance. That it was a foregone conclusion that he could waltz in the door and have her suck his cock was enough. That it had to be in her work clothes? It was a clear message, if ever there was one. But Julie. I wondered if they realized that, yet. Shelly blushed even darker and Melissa just stared at me like she was seeing a ghost. Somehow I suspected that we would be following up on that look of shock and awe someday soon.Lunch was ... interesting. Shelly giggled and blushed every time we made eye contact. Melissa looked at me like I was the next thing on the menu, or something even more intriguing. Della and I had lunch.As we said our goodbyes Della left quickly claiming an errand she just. Allen smiled. Just a few short minutes ago she was sitting on that towel as she squeezed Allen’s face with her thighs and let him, no, asked him, to eat her out. Whether it was indecisiveness, shyness, or habit, it warmed Allen to her. “Umm, we can go in my bedroom if you want.” Anna said. Allen only nodded and she tentatively took his hand and lead him inside. She stopped, turned around, and seemed to notice she was wearing the towel. “Do you want me to?” She started to say, Allen just. "Excuse me!" she says, waving like a small child seeking the attention of a negligent adult.I manage, "Sorry?" I'm sure I know you — don't I? We've met before; I just know we have?" I don't think so?" But you look so familiar." She reaches down and eases her feet back into her flats. "It'll come to me. I never forget gorgeous people."She continues to scrutinise me, trying to place me, her brow tight. Now it is her normalcy that unnerves me. All-of-a-sudden, she lets it go and springs to her.