Mary, my secretary, is Director of Management. John and Mark, my two analysts are respectively Presidents of the International and National Investment... Divisions , and Charlie, my computer expert, is of course Chief Information Officer. My fifth employee, Jefferson Jefferson, is the Executive Assistant to the Chairman. He lives in the six room guest house complete with its own swimming pool, just down the hill on the Palos Verdes property, discreetly out of sight or close to call, whichever is. ”Oh, for the love of— My cheeks seared as I buried my nose in a napkin. When I looked up again, his lip was stiff, suppressing a smile. Petite cochonne. That’s what he’s thinking, isn’t he? Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. If I hadn’t been completely mortified, I might’ve found it funny myself. The whole ordeal after all was ridiculous. Our running into each other out of the blue—it was farcical; the pipe dream of some opium-puffing Odettian Sphinx. I could almost smell the smoke rings. Her. I giggle in response, How long have you been hard? Since I heard you calling my name. And you didnt wake me up to have your way with me? I asked No it wasnt that urgent&hellip,no okay yes it was&hellip,but you were just so peaceful. Plus its only been a few minutes. He leans over trying to kiss me, as his lips get near mine I cover them with my hand. He gives out a HUH sound and I tell him I have to brush my teeth first. He laughs, trying again to pull me into a kiss, I turn my head before he. ‘Jesus Christ! I don’t believe this. I don’t believe any of it. I must be having a wet dream!’ Scott exclaimed. Hearing him, Bernie took him from her mouth, spit on the head of his cock and resumed her place at the table. ‘Looks like you had a wet dream, lover,’ she said with a big smile. Regna laughed at his expression which was mostly confused. They got serious, gave the waitress their order, and ate without any further amorous display until Regna made Scott get up and dance with her after.