It was as if she had noticed her for the first time. Gail stood naked holding the cocktail. She was perhaps fifty, Joan had never thought to ask. Not ...nattractive but rather past her good looking years. Grey hair and heavily made up she seemed almost to be naturally subservient or at least diffident."How can you help?" asked Joan. It seemed odd that Gail felt that she could. In fact it seemed impossible that Gail was capable of anything that required independent action."I can ask a friend.". “You tricky little cunt! You planned this! You planned this all the time! And you almost got us to fall into your trap, laughing all the way. Very clever. Well, I own eighty three million shares, and I vote against this proposal. Now get the fuck out of here and take your lackeys with you. And if you ever enter this building again, I’ll have you locked up so tight your arse will squeak every time you breathe!”Suddenly there was a small forest of raised hands voting against the motion. Things. Her juices were covering her inner thigh as Mark pounded away at her snatch. He was able to move faster now as her pussy was stretching to that of a used slut. She could feel the second hit of ecstasy kicking in now, although this one felt different. It didn't give her full body euphoria, it just made her more lightheaded and her pussy began to throb. With each thrust she screamed out. Mark gave it two more hard thrusts before pulling out. Her snatch was now a gaping, swollen, drenched hole."NO. I wondered whether I should simply stop and go home. But I wanted to put up the last signs and the finishing touches. And my cock was still hard and throbbing. “Thank you.” I felt better, now that she had said that. We laughed. Then I got more signs from the utility, street signs saying things like “Sleigh Parking Zone”, “Snow Mobiles Park Here”, “Snow Plough Parking Bay” and “Reindeers Must Not Be Tethered Here”. Mavis hung every sign while I held the ladder. I wished I hadn’t promised.