Lauren sat behind a huge, well- polished desk. There were no other chairs that I could see. The secretary told us to stand in front of the desk, and t...en left. Ms. Lauren reclined in her chair, an expensive silver pen between her perfectly manicured hands. She smiled condescendingly."So, we meet again! My, I'd swear you had pants on in the bathroom, Pet." She smirked over to me.I didn't know what to say, but my cheeks burned."Well... talk, little girl. What happened to your pants?" M-Mrs. If I get home, I'llsleep on the couch." He slammed the door shut behind himself,leaving Leslie crying.**********Don contemplated his options. He was going to pay Leslie back,that was for sure. By having a cheap, tawdry, steamy affair. Onethat Leslie couldn't help but find out about. But where? Mike'sBar was out - he was a regular, and he couldn't bring himself tocheat on Leslie in front of Mike. He wanted Leslie to know, butnot the whole neighborhood. He bit his lip. Where to go to. As, with one hand on each of her upper thighs, I moved my face towards her waiting pussy I began to realise that this was a set up. The delicate aroma of her pussy made it apparent that she had actually taken a shower before I'd got round there but who was I to complain. I love the taste and scent of an aroused pussy and as I moved closer my senses were assailed by the aroma of what was now less than an inch from my extended tongue. As I ran it over her swollen clit, Hazel cried out and reached. You then swatted my butt and told me to get up and get dressed and meet you in the living room. As I walked in I noticed with a smile that you had set yourself up on the roomy couch, but your stance suggested that we were in for a long talk. I walked toward you, hesitating slightly, not knowing where to sit. You stood up and closed the distance. You gave me a huge hug and then picked me up. You wrapped my legs around you, and then you sat us back down on the couch. You informed me that we.