"Customers expect to see you in a relatively new car, but not a car that is superior to the one they drive. It's the same with the suits. Wear somethi...g too high class and they will think we are making too much money, and will want to bargain me down." With that simple explanation Kate now understood the sales psychology he used. Just before he left he gave her an envelope."I understand that Meg is taking you out on Wednesday to the races. There's a monkey (five hundred pounds) in the envelope,. I love watching ourselves in the mirror, and Gibson gets a thrill out of seeing the gasp on my face when he pulls my hair from behind as he pumps his cum deep inside me. Then I have the extra thrill of his thick cum soaking my thong all night long. The customers think they are the reason my panties are moist. I just smile knowing that I’m rubbing my stud husband’s cum on them while they pay for it! (But that’s another story!) Sometimes Gibson works late which means we miss our chance for a. He hugged me from behind and kissed me. We were both smelling like cum, but we were enjoying kissing each other. He raised my one leg and inserted his cock in my pussy from behind. He started pushing his dick. This time it was more intimate.We were kissing, and he was also pressing my boobs one by one. He was fondling with them while fucking me. I was moaning. The pain was less now and more pleasure. My pussy was destroyed for sure.Joel was whispering dirty things in my ear. He was ramming my. Dr. Joseph left the room as Marsha sat up. Ming was hovering around in one corner of the room, a big bimbo grin on her stupid bimbo face. Marsha stuck out her tongue, and scurried out of the room, somewhat astonished at her own temerity. What had gotten into her today? ‘Hiiiiii, Maci!’ Noor said when Marsha stepped out into the front office. ‘You’re gonna, like, make a ‘ppointment an’ stuff? Like, when are we gonna see you again?’ ‘Well, uh, when’s the next opening?’ Marsha asked, throttling.