But, are you sure that you want to quit working for me Karl?" "I'm sorry to say Miss. Cross but , yes. I am going back to doing what I am educated f...r, not running errands." I replied hoping that she didn't take it the wrong way. "I don't think you want to quit Karl." "What do you mean!" I remarked, not knowing what she meant by her last comment. As I said this, she reached into desk drawer, and threw a number of Polaroid's onto the desk top. I froze! I couldn't talk, couldn't move,. Kathy and Noelle had keys to the back door, so unless they forgot their keys it was unlikely they got in through the front.Well, you wouldn't find out who was in the shop by just standing around. With a quick check confirming that you had all your belongings on hand, you open the door to the break room and make your way to the front.Perhaps, going forward, you should listen more closely to the paranoid part of your brain.Considering all the red flags you ran through in your head, and which way. Putting my cock back in my pants with her nimble hands, Jennifer carefully saved one big dollop of it on her finger. She reached over with her other hand and neatly folded the handkerchief up, it still soaking with my cum, and put it back in her purse. She zipped me back up carefully and slowly again, and then finally moved her hand away. Her finger still holding my cum, she casually moved the tip of it up to her mouth and sensually licked it clean. Her eyes shut as she enjoyed the taste of it,. No reply. I swung by the bar and she wasn’t there so I assumed she got a ride home. I got home and she wasn’t there, then I received a txt saying she was at her friends and will be home shortly. I replied ok. About an hour or so passed and I heard her stagger in. She was pretty shitfaced. She barely got in the door and was on the floor and couldn’t stand. I helped her up and down the hall. She didn’t really know where she was. She kept saying ‘shhhh, we can’t tell my husband’...so then I know.