Then Paul learned something about me that night, when he and Robin saw me eating out Mickey Sue, both before and after we fucked.Robin and Paul were d...inking more beer and watching me and smiling when I finished eating Mickey Sue out after we fucked. Robin said, “Paul doesn’t seem to have much of a taste for pussy, especially a just-fucked pussy, but fuck, Ed, that looks hot the way you ate out Mickey Sue. What do you think, Paul, should we get Ed to clean my pussy too?”Paul had no emotional. We were in my car, and Sabrina had brought something to drink “for the ride” - champagne, I think. Anyway, I’m driving her home, it’s late, almost no cars on the road. I still know it had rained and the streets were pretty wet and shiny. Strange, the things you remember.Sabrina’s sitting next to me and I’m driving. She’s rather quiet and I think she might have fallen asleep until I hear a strange noise. I turn to look and almost drive the car off the road. She’s in the passenger seat and. Three days later I got the chance to fuck her again. We both were alone in our home and I intended to fuck her. She called me to the corner of our thatched hut, lifted her dress and told me to do it fast by standing, but I insisted to fuck her laid position. She afraid of see our fuck someone else. Finally I lifted her dress and examined her thighs and bush covered vagina in day light and that was a very giggling and dynamic sight for me in my life. I separated the black bush over her pussy and. I consent to everything you can think of.”“Ah, but because I am your boss, I can influence your willingness to consent by withholding a raise or a promotion or a plum job assignment.”“So, it would all change if I became your boss?”“No, then you would have the same sway over my decision to consent. I might just consent because I ‘hope’ you’ll think favorably about me when the time comes for some kind of advancement.”Nancy shook her head. “Hash tag ‘Me Too’ is alive and well. You do know I don’t.