"Kirsten?" Lucinda, what time is it?" Nearly three. We're getting nowhere." But you said-" I was wrong," Lucinda confessed. "I don't know who this Car...ie Ellisonis, but she's a wizard. I'd love to be the one meeting her." You mean-?" I started nervously."I'm sorry, Kirsten. You have an appointment with her at lunch-timetomorrow. We'll already be inside Flo's offices." How long will I be with her?" I asked fearfully. I was submissive. Shewas dominant. How could I verbally spar in that situation?. Wondering what had happened, he knew that the gush of juice hadn't come from her vagina because his finger was still shoved up inside it, and that left only one other place...her urethra. Was she peeing, he dizzily wondered as a second gush of glistening stuff spurted up, this time landing on his hand and coating it with its sticky warmness. It wasn't pee, he drunkenly thought. It was too thick to be pee. It was juice...pussy juice...or something like it, he told himself, easing his finger out. "Thank you," she managed to say solemnly at length, "but we avoid alcohol during working hours."That produced further gales of laughter from everyone but that was enough. Edward needed to leave for work and the girls needed to get down to work. By the end of the day they had finished the two bedrooms. Edward was delighted."Edward," said Becca when he came home, "the kitchen is going to take us a couple of days. Which would you prefer?"He thought for a moment. "Wednesday and Thursday?" Fine!"On. ) She might be fun to talk to on a date. (Okay, she was.) She might be attractive and personable and articulate and amusing and...But she was a slut.So -- you think to yourself -- how important is it, really, that she's slept with all those other guys if she really does like you?I mean, you got her off, right? She wasn't faking that orgasm! I'd bet on that. I'd bet my future winning World Series share on that!So even if other guys had been there (even that fucking Toby Marr), and even if they,.