Dammit, while I was ready to fire her, I just couldn't.If Jeannie ever saw a chance before to take over, it was like nothing at all compared to now. S...e had no trouble just running my life. And for some reason, I was agreeing to everything, even when I hated it. Like my hair. Sure, I had said okay when Raoul wanted me to be a redhead, but that didn't count as far as I was concerned. Not Jeannie, she said I had promised and if I didn't, Raoul would figure I was a lying little bitch and dump me. Up and down I went tasting his pre-cum and the wonderful scents of his body. I backed off a bit to try to make his pleasure last and was able to do so twice but the third time he approached orgasm we could not restrain ourselves. When he came he gently held my head down on him with his cock in my throat as he coated my tonsils with hot loads of semen. He held me down until he had shot 6 hard loads and then relaxed his downward pressure on me. As he did I worked up and down his shaft and worked. I must have floated away again with my own sexy thoughts and feelings - and I only came back to reality when the sound of a curtain being jerked along a metal rail made me start back to proper consciousness.It was the other woman, of course, now fully dressed and carrying her handbag and the clothes she must have been trying on, just stepping out of her cubicle, no doubt about to leave. The noise she'd made drawing the curtain must have startled me into making some kind of noise or movement. It seemed like it was no time before Charlie reappeared, looking pictureperfect again. Only now she looked very different. Gone was the longblond hair, replaced by a jet black page boy style cut. The heavier eyeliner was replaced by more subtle eye make up, her lips now a shade ofblack softer than that of her hair. She was wearing a lacy black satinslip, which served to emphasise those glorious breasts, her nipplesclearly protruding through the delicate material. The slip reached downto.