She let her head fall forward, the curls cascading around her precious plastered face. XXX She was to be referred to as Ms. Simply because she doesn’t eat lunch doesn’t mean we all have to starve! Her need for release was reaching its zenith. The dumb drops were definitely having an effect. The soaked cloth eased all the way down those lovely legs until it hung precariously off the tip of her right foot. As we sat around the long table, looking up at her, I started waving a dollar and chanted “Cut those costs and take it off, Candy!”
I suppose that when dancing on a conference table Candice is fine with ‘Candy’ in more ways than one, as she deftly stripped off her shirt and tossed it to me, I tossed her another dumb drop, and she had such a lovely, wasted smile as she
