Even better then Jackie. Well she was like five foot seven inches tall. She had the best breasts you've ever seen. I think she was like a 38D. I love ...reasts too. She probably weighed like a hundred and thirty pounds. She was hot. I got up and moved next to her. “Is anybody sitting here? May I sit down?” “I don’t think so. Please sit down.” I sat down and I’m like drunk, but I start to look at this beautiful chick. She had on a black dress. The neck line was sweetheart shaped. Her breasts. It’s just not the overriding priority for us like it is for the Guests. And it wasn’t always like that. Heck, years ago me and Greg would each routinely take one or two – sometimes even three of the girls – back with us at night to party. But that was years ago. We’re both a lot older now, and frankly I can’t “get it up” as often as I did back then. One or two fucks and a few blow jobs a week is about all I can handle anymore. I don’t keep track, of course, but I suspect that’s Greg’s. " "I like taking hot baths when I'm stressed," he nodded "hot baths are good but let's concentrate on things that can be done while at work." I thought some more and almost blurted out blowjobs! But I didn't, I just started blushing because I realized he was playing me, had the hots for me and wanted me to be his special secretary, his sweet and very sexy cocksucker, ready to make him cum in my mouth whenever he asked for it, actually made my kitty wet, and the way he kept staring at me was. We sat in silence for several minutes. “Would you like to play some games?” asked Cinnamon.“Sure,” I responded.She went into her bedroom. I thought I heard her talking. After a few minutes she emerged with a cribbage board and a deck of cards.“Cribbage or Gin?” she asked.“Let's start with gin,” I suggested.We played gin for quite some time. We talked and laughed as the night progressed. She definitely beat me at gin. We switched over to Cribbage. I won the first game. Cinnamon won the second.