Her long hair fell almost to the table at which she sat running her finger over the rim of a clear fizzy cocktail containing a small straw and a wedge...of lime. She was wearing a beige tank top and matching skirt with leather pumps. Her legs were bare. I looked at here for a while; or rather I drank in the beauty of her pale face smeared with black makeup as if she were some rare bird or precious jewel. She was deeply sad and I felt I wanted to drink in that visage in all its wasted melancholy.. They'd been at her former home, a flat on the northern borders of the city, when her partner had been fondling her and slowly stripping her of her clothes. He'd sucked her tits in a way that had gotten her into a frenzy of rocking hips and buzzing clit flesh. She'd forced his hand between her naked legs and directly over her rolling mound of her cunt and he'd rubbed forcibly over the area, which partly responded to her needs. He'd played with her in the way that they had both become accustomed,. Jennifer gently moved her hips off him and collapsed next to him, panting, trying to regain her breath. They were both silent for a while, coming to terms with what had just happened.“Do you remember the promise you made to me that first time we slept together?” Jennifer asked in a small voice.Ric tried to think back, but his memory failed him this time. “No, what?” he said.“You promised me that after the first time, it would get better.”“Did I make good on my promise?” he asked, smiling.“Yes,”. Hello, Sandra.”“Howdy stranger, long time no see.”“Hello, Tim. How’s it going?” Sandra said brightly.“Busy as usual.”“Let’s go in your office and get to it.”“Okay.”They went into the old file room which had been converted into an office. It had one desk and one conference table with four chairs around it. Cathy went over to the desk and gathered some materials from it. She now kept everything about Two Guys Working separate from the realty stuff. She sat down at the head of the conference.