I sent her a message—"Nice going, tiger. I'll give you a special reward when we get home."She sent one back, "Oh, goody! I have a nice reward in min... for you, too." After that the word got out—"leave that red-headed bitch alone!"I turned twenty-one my senior year and, because I had demonstrated mastery over more than five hundred spells, was elevated to warlock—my powers tripled! After graduation I attended a prestigious law school and in my last year MP rewarded me by telling me she was. I was so turned on and aroused all day. Every time I saw her she would wink and smile at me. We got on instant messenger and she was telling me how the panties she has on are soaking wet. I asked her to leave them there for me and I will collect them after work. GUESS WHAT? She dropped her panties in my small trash can by my desk before she left for the day and said "ENJOY" On my drive home on the highway I was sniffing her panties and almost lost control, but took care of business when I got. That night, over dinner, I explained the situation to David. I explained that the threat of losing this account was very real, and if we did, I would be out of a job. I was pleased that David not only understood my need to accompany Tom on this trip, he was actually supportive. “Connie, you need to understand that these oilfield guys will expect you to flirt and joke with them. They may say some pretty crude things, pardon the pun. They will understand where the limits are, but you can’t get. Smiling to herself Sammie stretched out her leg. Her spiked-heel less than an inch from his groin. He stepped back slightly. Running her hand down her leg Sammie went on “These lovely legs were wrapped around a hunky guy last night. A very successful man, forties, very experienced. Knows how to fuck a girl properly. You know what I mean Dan?” she asked doubtfullyDan stayed crimson. Imperceptibly he pushed himself onto Sammie's heel “Not really Miss Samantha” he said quietly.Sammie nodded. She.