As you reach your breasts, you have a sudden convulsion. Your muscles contract including your pussy. Your eyes spring open with shock. "No," you think... to yourself. "Not here."You go back to watching the clock. Another minute has gone. You let out a long sigh. Your phone vibrates. "Who could it be," you think to yourself. You lift your phone from the desk and the display lights up revealing a message. "Its from him." You start to feel a buzzing sensation in your clit. You open the message and go. She grinned to herself. She'd tried to be subtle, opening her legs toward the empty desk, not to where Jaimeson had been standing. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as Jaimeson slowly slumped downward in his chair.'Dirty old man, ' she thought. Jaimeson wasn't old, really. He was younger than her father. Still, anyone over thirty was old to her. She let her legs open further, knowing Jaimeson would be able to see right up to her panties from where he slumped. She wasn't wearing any. The first course was a rich garlic and potato soup. Then, some blackened red snapped, with white wine. Some freshly picked salad with grated carrots, and then some chicken a la king with red wine. Everything was served with fluffy rolls and plenty of champagne. The dessert course was turtle brownies, drizzled over with melted white chocolate. Josh was very polite, and engaging in conversation. Summer told him all she remembered, everything. Josh told Summer about his childhood, how he longed. The voice on the other end said, "Hello Phil." Hello Sam," replied Phil, not surprised by the greeting, The first few times that Sam had known he was the one on the phone, he'd asked how he knew. Sam had explained that Phil called the same time every week."Any preferences this evening?" Nope," replied Phil. That was his reply every week and represented the truth. He didn't have any preferences."I'll send out Cindy," said Sam, "She'll be there at eight." Thanks," said Phil just before he hung.