A little subterfuge seemed like a relatively harmless way to see that she got some. Do you forgive me?Of course. There is nothing to forgive. We were ...lanning to stay in Paris a couple of days, anyway, and this marvelous suite is much more grand that the hotel we had reserved.|”:_(%&#++What did you say to her?I asked if she has been getting enough dick._%&^#:”|)&*%#)&@#&(And?She says she is almost too sore to take any more right now and wonders if all us girls couldn’t get together for a little. She looked at himwith a raised brow as they stood in the empty foyer, but she saidnothing. Frowning a little, he moved closer to her, pressing his slenderform against her much large one, her hand dipping low to between herlegs, caressing the bulge there. He looked up into her eyes with aflirtatious grin. "Where is everyone?"The Secretary groaned softly and grinned down at him. "Don't worry aboutmy maids or my security. You will meet them soon enough. I gave them thenight off so we could have. I make sure to bend at the waist, so that you have a nice view down my shirt as I get close to you, placing a hand on your thigh. Low enough to not scare you, high enough to push you closer to the edge. I’m waiting for you to give in, to make the jump.“Kaitlyn…” I hold right here. You’re going to give in. I wait for it to happen. That last shred of reluctance leaves and you give me what I wanted. You grab my face and pull me the rest of the way to yours, kissing me hard, the beginning of the. ”“So why pick Rutherford?”“A recommendation from a friend. It appears to have been an excellent choice.”Vickie laughed, “Because you got to sleep with ‘Stacy’?”“That might have been a long-term fantasy from college!”“And Linda?”“It’s a preference, like Ginger or Mary Ann.”“Let me guess - Mary Ann.”“Exactly. I prefer the girl next door or the farmer’s daughter. She was the latter.”“And me?”“As ‘Linda’ or as you?”“Both.”“‘Linda’ is Ginger; Vickie is Mary Ann.”“Then I think I made a mistake.