I cum hard on his tongue, but he doesn’t let loose. His tongue moving faster over my pussy, darting inside me, then back up to suck and lap at my cl...it. Shaking hard, I feel as though my body is going to slide right off the chair. Mr. Pierce is the only thing keeping me from doing just that. He stands quickly, pulling me with him off of the chair and suddenly I’m back over the desk. My breath is caught in my throat, my chest is slamming hard and I feel dizzy. Like I’m under some kinda spell.. Dave smiled at John and said, "Let's go hit some putts before we have to tee off."John nodded agreement and followed Dave to the main practice green next to the clubhouse. John explained to Dave, "I'm glad we're playing together today because I'm really nervous."Dave smiled back and replied, "Yeah, me too."After putting for about twenty minutes Dave turned to John, "Let's go grab a pop and have a little talk." John nodded questioningly before following Dave up the stairs to the clubhouse. They. I had printed the invitations, and a catalogue of information on all the outfits to be featured. On the Saturday, all appeared to be well, we were there, of course, with the VIPs, as a thank you for all the work, and things appeared to be progressing well. Guests were mingling,, drinking, and chatting.Then we hit the first snag. With about twenty minutes before starting the show, the phone rang, and Annette appeared in tears. "Sarah, one of the fashion models had been involved in a minor car. We had sex Monday, and it didn't stop until earlier this evening."I was in shock. Jen told me they had only had sex once, on Wednesday. Had she lied to me? It couldn't be. Then I remembered that Jen had taken a shower just before I had gotten home. Had she been with Ralph? I mumbled a quick goodbye, and got off the phone. Was Ralph up to something? Was he bullshitting me? How could I figure out if he was telling the truth? Then it came to me. Ralph is into stockings, just like me. Jen knows.