“Leila, please stop before you give yourself one of those bad headaches,” I said out loud. “Besides, it is rude to dig into someone’s mind wit...hout permission first. You didn’t ask me first, but by trying, it means that I can reach into your mind too.”Her eyes went wide, right before her hot pussy juices squirted out onto my legs.That got a big smile and her trying to get as much of her naked body against mine. Then the floodgates opened. As she thought to me as fast as I could process it, which. Her office-outfit was not made for this! But she had looked good for her new job, in her brand new charcoal jacket/skirt. The men began to cheer when she reached back and began fumbling with the buttons. There was a few cheers as she finally succeeded. The skirt was too tight to really dance in. It was more swaying. Then she did it, opened it, stepped out of it to a wall of cheers and yell from the audience. Her audience. She looked over one shoulder, but could see nothing, only the sharp light. Someone goes to jail if there is any sign of violence. Usually the man. Then the wife has to get him out of jail, and there is a fine when they go to court, which adds to the family stress. And those calls are dangerous, as Joyce can attest."One thing about our profession, you never know what to expect. It can go from boredom to chaos in a heartbeat." Amen to that," Joyce laughed, then looked astonished as she realized that she had just laughed about something that had decidedly not been funny. "Jesus Trish are you serious? It was meant to be for us to get away. Just us. Next you'll say we should bring my Mom as well." Well yeah, that's the idea! We invite them both. It kills two birds with one stone."Not only the birds I thought. That stone had seriously killed my potentially amorous weekend as well. "I wanted it to be romantic!" I managed, whilst slumping in her arms."Oh I'm sure it'll still be romantic. The photos look lovely, we can walk along the beach and all that. It should be.