No, I'm not going to look at her. No, I'm not going to be a lackey on these accounts and possibly jeopardize my position here at this admittedly aweso...me-paying job, especially with my wonder-boss being a little pissed at me right now. So, I proceeded, opening a particularly bothersome, annoying account that I wished would just “go away”. I was doing pretty good for a couple minutes when I figured I'd just “check up” on her and took a quick little peek out to see her running both hands slowly up. "I'm Sandra." Nice to meet you, Sandra. I'm Kirsten. And thank you again for helpingme." I showed her a picture of my floral skirt on my cell and explained Iwas looking to put together a special outfit for my birthday. So far,so good-But then Sandra said: "You did good choosing that color. But for askirt like that you really need something more formal. Come on."She took the blouse and returned it to its spot on the rack. We thentook a tour of different sections of the sales floor, Sandra. ” And I did and she suddenly heaved her Breasts and her whole Body became very Rigid and she stopped her voice with “Aaahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn” and fell back. Nobody can take longer and harder prick on their G-spot. I was surprised at her stamina, as just the touch had cummed most Girls in my past, though they had humped around with rough Guys.Difference is I am Kiran, G-spotter. Nothing pleases me more than to see Girls get hit on G-spot. Only my Eyes have seen and know how beautiful it is to see. . he was mad today.”“It’s cool, Barb,” I said woodenly. I really didn’t care, but the insult was so ingrained now that it was like she didn’t see it. “I’m just getting my shit out of your way while I’m not welcome here.”“No one said you’re not welcome here, John! Stop!”“No, Barb. I’ve reached the end. You’ve pushed and he’s pushed and you’ve both pushed together. I’m done! I’m the only one fighting for our marriage. I’m done fighting. He wants you to stop sleeping with me, so I guess we stop.