'You're so good for me, Luke Lancer. You make me feel like a champagne cocktail.' She kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on her, and we were on t...e verge of losing more time when she pulled back, panting.'A quick shower, and then you can put some cream on my poor ass. Are you OK with my looking like a high class slut? The dress I bought is sort of revealing but I don't want to wear panties. Even with the cream I'll be a bit sensitive.''Don't start asking my permission for anything, or I'll. "But they replaced you," I sobbed."No, Sarah, they replaced my position, not me. They continue to call me and seek my advice on a regular basis." But what about all these glowing comments they are pouring out about this new woman? How can they feel so good about someone they barely know?" Sarah, you need to know I was in on the decision to hire Dawn. I talked to her previous employer and several other people who knew her well. Based on what I learned about her, I convinced the center she was. And was immediately regretted.In the hyper-rational thought that followed her orgasm, she started to panic. How could she? Did she just violate Ashley's privacy? She had to clean it now, but with what? Would Ash notice?"Shit, shit!" she whispered with no one around.In retrospect, sitting on her couch in her mid-thirties, about to cum as she browsed dozens of sex toys online, what ensued was a hilarious operation of epic proportion. A plot no one knew, the perfect "crime" to smuggle her. Our eyes are locked with each other. Without a word being spoken we both reach out to hold each others hands. There is a somewhat clumsy approach as we try to organise how to hold hands. The tension is broken as we both laugh at our own awkwardness. Having broken the tension, we reach over for our glasses, taking another sip of the wine, we talk softly about the wine, and the room, there is no real meaning to the words that are spoken. After a sip of wine, we place the glasses back by the.