"My god, Rachael, I never realized how bad things were!" I said. Papers and folders where piled in stacks all over her office, with a couple of them a...s much as three feet (1m) high!"This isn't the worst of it, come with me," Rachael led me to the office next door. "See why I need help?"The office next door was completely full. Only a small path led inside, all the rest of the available space was stacked high with folders, papers, and binders.Rachael smiled at me. "The best part about having you. ...Yes I had stroked my cock thinking of them many times. Now here I was kissing her, our tongues touching and exploring....My hand wandered up to her breast, gently cupping it she moved into me and now she would be able to feel my erect cock against her...She suddenly backed off..I was worried, had I gone too far? She smiled at me and grabbed my hand and led me through to the Ladies. No one in...Pulled into a cubicle and kissed again deep longing kisses hands wondering over each other’s. "You were in the hospital?" Jason asked, still struggling to follow what was passing between Carrie and Di. "Wait, why were you in the hospital?" Nevermind," Di whispered. "I'll get supper on the table."She hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the ceramic serving platter for the pot roast. While she plated the meat, potatoes, and carrots, she heard Jason and Carrie having a whispered conversation. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but Jason sounded angry. Her stomach twisted as she. ‘Grant, we wanted to let you know that Carrie has had to drop the show,’ Ron said with more than a hint of pleasure. ‘The bastard isn’t even bothering to hide it!’ Grant thought to himself just as the shock set in. ‘What do you mean she had to drop the show?’ His brows furrowed. He felt like his blood pressure was about to go through the roof. ‘Did you do or say something to her to make her leave?’ He took a menacing step toward Ron. No Carrie? This couldn’t be. ‘No!’ Ron said holding up his.