"The moments silence that followed had him wondering if she knew lots of Kevin's, and if he should clarify by giving his last name. Then she spoke. He... voice ... almost seemed to wrap around him. It was soft, comforting, inviting."Hi Kevin ... I ... I wasn't sure you'd call." I'm nervous as hell, but here I am." Why are YOU nervous?" Her voice was honestly surprised. Kevin laughed."I've never done this before. Calling girls and such. I'm completely out of my element!" Same here!" You don't call. “I was there with you, boss, remember?”It was a bit unnerving to just remain there, left hanging.“I know you didn’t mean it,” Mark added and made himself busy with the coffee machine.How could Mark know he hadn’t meant it? He felt a bit cheated out of a small victory. Maybe he didn’t deserve it, after all.“Here you go, boss,” Mark handed him a cup.He was still frowning when he reached for the sugar bowl. His assistant stopped him.“I’ve already added two cubes,” Mark said.He exhaled and looked. A trip to her favourite bakery for some mini-quiches, cakes and macaroons, was followed by a visit to the florist for some beautiful flowers to brighten up the house. Earlier in the week she had texted each of the women to tell them they had to bring photos of themselves when they were children or teenagers. Dutifully she spent some time searching her photo albums for some embarrassing examples of her own. She hoped that looking each others photos, would be a fun focal point for the afternoon.. The two sets of fingers seemed to work in unison as if to a well establish script; the fat fingers now concentrated on fucking deep into my begging tunnel while the delicate, cool fingers demonstrated that they new just what a girl needs and deftly massaged my swollen lips and spent just the right amount of time teasing then bruising my clitoris.Inevitably my temperature rose, the carriage felt as if it was on fire, so hot I became. No longer could I control my breathing and I heard from my.