The dress reminded Glenda of'50s housewife fashions."Hi!" Debby chirped excitedly, flashing a full smile. "Welcome to Rosie'sRetros!"Glenda sighed. "R...tro Rosie's. I'm Rosie," she corrected, her eyes stillon the woman. "Sorry, uh...you caught me in the middle of training newhires. If you could just take a seat..." S'alright," The woman raised a hand as she interjected. "I'm here forth' job, too. I do have hairdresser's experience, though, if it helps."Glenda lit up with interest. "You do?. Neither of us has to answer to anyone else.” Troy thought for a few minutes. This was a big step, but he could see the sense in it. He looked up and smiled at her and nodded his head. “I would love that Nana, I’ll give my notice at the B&B tomorrow and than I can move in on the weekend. How does that suit you?” Nana was thrilled. She knew that she had made a good move. Not only would she had a willing helper whenever it was necessary; but she would also have company, who was compatible with her. “May I take your order?”Thankfully, it was her voice. I’m not sure what I’d have done if someone else had been taking orders today.My lips trembled, my hands clutching the wheel in and effort to keep them from straying between my parted. The image of me on my knees, my face pressed against her pussy, my tongue lapping at her wet slit, my hands cuffed behind my back filled my thoughts with such intensity that it took me a minute to realize that I’d been parked at the speaker box longer than. He turned slowly and left the office. Within seconds, Vera was at the door. ‘You OK, Bill?’ He nodded solemnly, and Vera knew instantly what the meeting with his security chief was about. She stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. ‘It’s happening again, isn’t it.’ It was a statement, not a question. Bill looked at her wearily and nodded. There was nothing else that needed to be said. ‘What can I do to help you, Bill?’ It was a sincere offer. Bill stared out the window, lost in.