"I saw a good answer to that, so I shrugged, and said, "Your choice, your action, your consequences, your responsibility."Hannah helpfully asked, "Wha...t do you mean?" I'll use you as my example, Hannah. It's your choice whether to help your friend or Laila. You can't do both, so you have to choose. Your choice leads to whatever action you take, obviously. Your action will have consequences. If you don't help your friend that will affect her, and your friendship with her. On the other hand,. Truth be told weddings are not really my thing, but hey! The booze is free and generally good and I get to people watch. As a designated driver and therefore sober it can be most entertaining.At the end of the evening I filled the car with two very tired people, slightly tipsy, definitely tending towards the emotional, plus one, also very tired, wife"Sven - thank you for this, I'll make it up to you in a couple of nights time when we've all had some sleep."All I said was, "Mike - it's been a. She rolled her wet tongue over the head of my cock, poking into the peehole to get the drop of precum that had settled there.Then it was time for her to see how my cock felt in her mouth. She positioned herself directly in front of my cock and pointed the head at her mouth. She licked her lips and began taking me into her warm wet mouth. She worked her mouth around the head easily enough and began sliding down the shaft. I felt my cock going deeper and deeper into that hot mouth... it felt. Stetson is not a grind."Of course, Mr. Stetson." I smiled sweetly and turned out of his office before he could change his mind. My heels clicked down the hall to the secretarial break room. I ignored the gaggle of girls assembled there who turned down the volume of their gossip when I walked in. I don't have a warm and cuddly reputation with Allied's office girls. As senior secretary on the 12th floor, I was responsible for enforcing discipline. I grabbed my sandwich and mourned for my coleslaw.