" I said.She looked at me coldly. "Do you realize how many times you've missed dinner and didn't call?" I'm sorry," I said.That response brought the f...irst mild look of approval in days. "That's a start," she said. "Now, get me a glass of wine, and bring some lotion. My feet are killing me." Aren't you hungry?" I asked."No, I had dinner with Mike. I got the job."This was a lot to sink in. I had worked at this company for nearly ten years. I had never once had dinner one-on-one with Mr. Daley.. After a few second her grip on my hand and me subsided and she relaxed back onto the bed. "few, I needed that" I leant over her kissing her lightly on the lips, "My pleasure" whispered between kisses. "Oh no the pleasure was all mine” she smiled in reply, pushing me down on the bed "Now let's have a look at that new toy of mine” with that she slid down the bed so her face was level with my cock. First she gently cupped my balls then rand her hand up my shaft gripping my hard cock she pulled my. . which didn’t help.She was baiting me, but I was ready, “Sarah, or should I call you Mrs. Robinson, I am going to step outside for a moment. So, you can finish changing.”As I left the room to go outside, I heard Claire asking what the Mrs. Robinson reference meant. K had come out behind me, grabbed my arm and said, “Charles, I am so excited. I have never been to a baseball game before!”“I haven’t been to one since I used to go to my brother’s games at his high school; I was only like eight. "We'll be there!" He hung up."This has something to do with Trish," Toby guessed."I'll get her on the phone," Amy promised, going to her cell while Candace called the restaurant on the office phone.The connection established, Trish related, "Bobby's dad likes me -- in fact, I think he likes black girls in general. His mom can be a real bear, though; I survived meeting her, but only because she was busy climbing all over Bobby and his dad, I think. She's a little high-strung." Do you want to be.