“Goodbye, Karin,” I responded.I replaced the receiver in the cradle and stared at it. I’d done what I needed to do, and had seriously mixed emot...ons. A sense of peace on one hand, and a sense of loss on the other. Karin had been right in that every decision that I’d made had marginalized her. At the time, each choice seemed right to me, but as Karin had pointed out, it was only right for me, without consideration of how it affected others.Karin’s reproof of my behavior had caused me to try to. I said yes and she said good, that she would be down to take me to lunch. About ten-thirty my boss came up to me and asked me to handle a problem for him."Andrews wants to review the contract one more time before he signs. I need you to take him to lunch, stroke him and get me that signed piece of paper."When you are in the running for the VP of Sales you don't tell the boss, "Sorry, but I promised to go to lunch with my wife." I tried calling her at home, but got no answer so I guessed she was. The white wine flowed easily. Angique couldn't remember exactly when it changed to scotch. But she sure felt the effect when she rose to respond to the call of nature. Her four inch heels didn't help much, but she made it to the toilets without embarrassing herself — too much. Looking into the mirror she saw that Tyana had followed her."The little slut isn't worth it," the Israeli girl said as she traced her lips with a nail, looking into the mirror. Angique tried to catch her gaze, but Tyana. Tim plunges in deeply one final time, and an explosion of cum fills Abbie. Who at the same time is covering Tim’s mons with her stickiness.Hugging each other, Tim slides out of Abbie, and she drops her legs. Abbie asks Tim if he wants to take the plug out now, but he again surprises her, saying he would like to wear it longer. When it gets too much, he will tell her.Abbie shyly now asks Tim to put the matching plug up in her so she too could feel and experience it also. It is easy to press.