“Your turn, Lizzie.”
I took her hands and she pulled me up guiding me to my feet. “Kind of a letdown, I couldn’t lick Taisha Smith’s pussy under her desk.” But I resisted the urge to ruin my career and answered, “Great Ms. When we started the tape of Tony and I on the dining room table she slid the laptop away and tilted the web cam to let Chantelle see our bodies, and how she was rubbing my steaming cunt. Her nose rounded and extremely symmetrical with eyes that were almost Asian in shape. Lizzie and I were pounding out some new ideas, on her dining room table after the last fund raiser dinner, weren’t we Lizzie?” She smiled innocently. The tables along the wall had two or three chairs on the left and a bench on the right.
