” “What’s the matter?” Mica inquired.She heard a slight quiver in Mr. Thompson’s voice. “My mother passed last night.”Mica felt a wave o... sadness wash over her. “Oh Mr. Thompson, is there anything I can do for you?”“Yes,” Mr. Thompson replied. “I need you to work with Mr. MacDuff and give him what he needs.”Mica stammered, “Me? But I’m just your secretary! I wouldn’t know…”Mr. Thompson interrupted and said, “Mica, you’re more than my secretary! You know more about this bloody business than I. " Okay, let's", Brad said. Then, he kissed Treyana's full lips again only this time, she didn't protest. She found herself clinging to his every move and holding him by the waist. Her head was swimming with the effects of the many beers that she'd consumed, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter from the passion of it all. Then Brad held Treyana's hand and brought it down to the crotch of his sweatpants. Treyana could feel Brad's stiff cock, which felt like a steel rod in his pants.. ” To her shame, she feels a little tremor run through her body, a tremor not of shame, but of excitement. Down there, under the table, staring at the woman’s semen-coated toes, she almost feels herself come. Not quite an orgasm, but an unmistakable thrill of arousal, unlike anything she’s ever felt before.Trying to get her breathing under control, she picks up the spoon, and stands up, trembling slightly. The woman is still apologising, and Poppy throws her a quick smile as she hurries off,. She felt bad about makinghim worry, but he obviously did not hold it against her because he madeone of his jokes. Now all she had to do was buy some clothes that wouldnot make her feel like the Military's cheap peep show whore.Michael walked into the Dillard's thinking to herself,(O.K., how hard can this really be? I go in, I go to where they keepthe lady clothes, I buy some dresses and skirts and blouses andskivvies and call it done. Easy Peasy, right)Michael walked with purpose to the ladies.