“Ut . . Ut . . Ut . . The other way round. Sixty Nine girls.” Chloe spun around and started backing up Sarah’s body. “Don’t I get a say in t...…” Sarah started to complain when Chloe shut her up by sitting on her face and repeated “It’s my turn”. “Wow, got a bit of fae in you Sprite?” Jacob asked totally shocked by Chloe’s recent behavior.Sarah and Chloe were close friends, very close. They’ve been best friends since second grade. They kissed freely, hugged freely, and cuddled long into the night. She was an exquisite piece of art, a rare jem. On the rare occasion she would wear sandals. Her lushes toes made your mouth water. Just the thought of sucking them, would get you all frustrated.It all started on my first day of my new job. She was very kind and caring the thought of her as a boss was amazing. She would always remain calm and collective when dealing with me. However, she was an absolute bitch to most people. It was summer the sun was blaring; it was as if you were in an oven.. You carry on a conversation and ignore my obvious state of arousal.As the waiter approaches, you ramp up the dial without your face letting anything slip. The waiter's glance lingers a little too long on my face. I fear he knows.As he walks away, you lower the dial. You lean over and whisper in your gruff voice "Flare your skirt out. I want your bare skin on the seat. And in my presence, your knees shall not touch unless I have bound them together. And NEVER cross your legs."I quickly arange my. " Dressed down, huh? What clothes? Top?" Er. A coat. A lightweight nylon coat. Mid blue. Over a light or white blouse. Blue jeans. Boots. Brown suede I think. Tatty, well used anyway." Accent?" Don't think she spoke. In fact I'm sure she didn't." But she understood you?" So far as I can tell, yes." Good. Shorter one."Again she took me through the description of the girl. This time when she got to the accent I paused. "Um. Welsh. North Wales. It was only faint, but I didn't really think about it.