He was the last guy we hired, so he had the least seniority," he said."Oh, I'm sorry, honey! Billy was a good guy from what you've told me about him. ...hat's he going to do now?" she asked."Well, he's talking about heading east. I guess he figures he can find work there. He has family in St. Louis, he says, so he might be headed there," Ken said."I'm sorry you had to fire Billy. And I'm sorry that you lost another contract. But it will all work out somehow," Brooke said trying to make her. We've been happy since your treatment haven't we? You love the club?"Rachel thought for a second then nodded."Typical male arrogance," Angela spat. "You play with her mind for your own benefit and even justify it by claiming you did it for the good of your relationship. Bullshit!"Wincing from her words, Wilson finally reached a decision. "If you can promise me that Rachel will escape punishment, I'll tell you all that I know." I can't promise anything but we'll do what we can." Angela looked at. She sees this and cranks hers up to a slow jog. I match it. I warm up with an easy jog, my breasts and ass bounce with every stride. Hers as well. By now, most people in the room have all but given up on the façade of working out. They are staring at both of us, I cannot have that. I turn mine up, she matches it. Were both sweating now as we are at a slow run. My breasts bouncing, ass jiggling. Her luscious melons heaving with every intake of breathe. Up and down, sweat dripping. I. I think she began to orgasm at that point. Whatever! The contractions began to squeeze some of the now not quite so cold fudge out.I ate it.The flavour was different, but really not unpleasant.She excreted more - I ate that as well - by this time it was melting and the mess was quickly becoming quite fascinating, redolent of junior school and mud pies.A vaginal fart followed - this caused a splattering effect over my face and in my eyes - somehow I didn't care and Sam was now in the throes of.