Then it struck me. “Gianna?” I asked, remembering her from school, so many years ago.She looked deep into my eyes, then smiled back. “Oh my god,...” she said, “Kat, is that you?”Gianna was in my class for a few years, until she went to a different school. We were not friends, nor enemies, but kept our distance as we had different tastes and attitudes and so I didn’t think much of her after she was gone. It was strange to see her after all these years, in her work outfit no less. I had no clue she. She smelled and tasted incredible. Jeri arched her back and growled through gritted teeth. ‘Oh… fuuuck! Damn!’ she said loudly as she orgasmed hard. She fell back sweating and panting. ‘Holy fuck! Oh my God,’ she smiled and exhaled. ‘It’s not over yet, Jeri,’ I said. She giggled. I inserted a finger in her pussy and located her G-Spot. Jeri gasped and squealed. ‘Oh, I never could get that to work,’ she said. She gasped as I massaged her. Her first G-gasm happened a couple of minutes later and. I moved slowly, exaggerating my walk, around the outside of the occupied chairs around the table lightly brushing up against the backs of the chairs. I looked each in the eyes, several already had their eyes moving from my face to my cleavage or further down to my legs. “Competition will always exist. We know we can’t simply allow some senior executives a blowjob or fuck and expect that we can turn around and rape them financially in return. They have their own Boards and accounts. But …. “See what I mean, Mr Laws, our present arrangements simply will not do any longer. Anyway, to the point of our calling on you, I saw a shop down this road, featuring your sign, No 75 Denmark Hill, which seems perfect for our purposes, but I do have one or two questions to ask about it, if I may?”“By all means, Madam,” he said, flicking his eyes momentarily in my direction without moving his head.He looked like a crafty weasel, realising who wore the trousers in this ‘marriage’. I just rolled my.