After shaving and showering and dressing up, bolting a few slices of toast, I drove for fifteen minutes, then spent several hours talking to a couple ...f strangers. None of the discussions stayed in my brain; I left the office tower knowing only that I had another account under my belt.Lord but I was glad to get outside. And there I stood, in the middle of the lunchtime bustle of downtown Pressburg. I didn't bother fetching the car out of the garage. Market Street was just a block over; a walk. After another minute, I decided that I had had enough foreplay. I reached for my vibrator. My favorite, it is made of hard, smooth and pink plastic. It is curved at the end, is about 1.5 wide, and has two motors. Its my best friend. I turned it on and brought it down to my pussy under my panties. I grinded my clit against it a few times and then began slowly plunging it all the way in and all the way out of my pussy. Im dripping wet at this point, and that combined with my high causing all of. She ground her hips in circles, tangling our inner lips in each other and soaking them in a pool of juices. Oh yeah, ride my pussy, I told her. I like your juice on my vagina She said I want your clit on my clit. She spread her lips to reveal her large, squishy clit again, and I spread mine to reveal my red button. She lowered herself once again and our pussies were against each other and completely open, our lips spread wide and our clits kissing. Ready? She asked, and her pendulous tits swang. Caryn Buckley, the COO of my parent company, had hired Kendal Miller, who’d been my first PA. Kendal had her law degree, so she was placed in charge of contracts and was also one of our managers. Kendal’s former job was at a law firm where they’d created an Entertainment Division. One of its employees was Angelina ‘Angel’ Hargrove who had a background in music artist management. She was currently managing Birthrite, where my friend Jett was the lead singer. Jett and Birthrite had played at.