I think you can do the same. Mitch is doing fine at CIC and CME needs your hand on the wheel even though you, as you say, don't do anything." Well, I ...don't. I'm not really an engineer. I can't work the metal or do any of the other things. I can't even do the jobs of the ladies working with Angela."I said, "That's all true but doesn't describe what you do. You are the one where it all ties in to be a single entity. You bring the company together and you may be the only person really difficult to. "Peppermint! Peppermint! PEPPERMINT! You don't have to do this," her mind was screaming. She could smell the musk of her own arousal heavy in the air.Eric was ogling her openly, nostrils flaring as he too caught her scent. His eyes never left her wide open cunt as he clumsily set one tray, one glass and the pitcher on the table. He was bending over with the second tray, eyes locked on her pussy, when Sir entered the room, now dressed in expensive looking silk pajama pants and a short silk. Henderson would be so proud of you. Lawd knows what I'll do without you when the nest is empty"? "Have you got sunscreen on", he asked and walked away to get some. "Something is bothering her", he thought knowing she usually doesn't drink in the day and only 1 at night. He came back gave her a facial massage as he applied the sunscreen, she smiled. Standing behind her, he coated her neck and massaged her shoulders, Marilyn moaned. Looking over her shoulders, down into the V-Neck of her dress,. Hermione screams from the pain when it makes contact. "Two; thank you, Professor, may I have another?"Her eyes close again as she tries to block out everything except her duty. She just has to endure the pain and speak the words and she'll get through this and it'll be over."Three; thank you, Professor, may I have another?"The next ten blows come in quick succession and all she hears is each whack of the cane against her delicate skin and her own voice screaming out the words. "Thirteen; thank.