‘Ashley and Stevie are sure to keep one another busy tonight,’ Jim thought. ‘Oh, I want to sit with Chelsea,’ Ashley said in a voice loud enou...h for everyone in the room to hear. She scurried into the seat next to Rich, which was across from Hildy. Steve took the chair along side hers. Ashley was carrying a cup full of the Silver Moon punch from upstairs. Jim guessed that it might not be her first one of the evening. ‘Ashley and Steve, this is Hildy,’ Jim said, performing the obligatory. Benjamin chuckled as he walked over to Cynthia’s chair and sat down. He gestured for her to sit in the seat on the other side.Are you fucking k**ding me?She moved to the seat and lowered down, crossing her legs.“Let’s get this over with,” she scowled.“You shouldn’t scowl, your pretty face will get stuck like that,” he taunted.“I’m serious, Benjamin. I want to get this over with, so can we please just move on?”“Cynthia, I want you to be fully relaxed. I don’t want you getting worked up.”He moved. With strong hands on her hips, the handsome man from the lamp guided her down onto the carpet. He understood her yearning – understood her need. On her back, she slid her feet up toward her body along the rug’s soft pile, raising her knees. She parted her legs wide and spread her vulva with her fingertips, beckoning him into her wanting pink. He did not disappoint the young appraiser. With careful sweeps of his wriggling tongue, he fondled her labia and massaged her aching clit, lifting her at. I suggest you not speak of this or it may be law suit.”Ms Henderson saidTiffany was behind her holding her and rubbing her clit. Ms Henderson was moaning loudly as she held her in a tight hold.“No pension or Job” Tiffany whisperedShe nibbled on her ear.“Please he was working with us for 20 years. He has a wife and kids”“Don’t care”“On second though, we have to deny you your pension” Ms Henderson said in a the phone”“But..”“No buts goodbye”She hung up the phone. Tiffany put her fingers into the.