If she chosenot to bother viewing, then that was on her.After slipping my phone back into my jeans pocket, which was actuallylarge enough to hold more...than my pinky finger, I finished packing my bagand went to leave the room. As soon as I opened the door, however, I wasfaced with someone in the midst of knocking on it."Hey, Chuck," Samantha said, a wry smirk on her face. Her eyes drifteddown at the bag in my hand. "Going somewhere?"I took a step back, my mind whirling at her sudden appearance.. She had seemed really pleased when she found out that Harold and Lisa had started going out together.Hi, Lisa ... he's in the back; I'll page him for you."A minute later, Harold walked into the lobby. He was smiling warmly at seeing her."Hi. I was in town to do some shopping and I thought I'd drop by ... You got time for a coffee?"Harold glanced at Annabelle, who nodded; Annabelle had everybody's agenda in her head. Grabbing his jacket, Harold escorted Lisa out of the office.In the. I squeezed her peach and she asked me: “Ready for breakfast Mr. Wilson?Then she laughed and kissed me. I carried her by her pretty little pussy in one hand and her arms wrapped around my neck. She laid her head on my shoulder and asked me where we were going”.I I told her the kitchen where else? She told me she felt we were going to the bedroom or my office. I smiled at her and said: “Well you asked me if I wanted breakfast Jenny, and the kitchen is where I want to eat it.”She looked at me. I thought it looked sexy. I knew there was movement to the side, but kept my gaze on Scarlet. I saw Jenny’s head appear behind Scarlet. She must be kneeling on the table behind her. Jenny’s hand appeared above Scarlet’s head, holding something. It was a bottle. I watched glistening liquid stream from the bottle and onto Scarlet’s head. Scarlet’s grip weakened as she concentrated on what was being done to her. Jenny winked at me and carried on working the oil or whatever it was into Scarlet’s.