Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 10 By Tappy McWidestance

On Friday Tony (one of the partners not the guy from the theater) told me to prepare for an interview with the partnership committee to be held next Tuesday morning. He gave me a list of things the partners would be assessing (the billing I had brought to the firm, my win/loss ratio, how many hours I needed the paralegals, etc) and told me there would be a morning session with him and Steve (another partner) and if they decided to move forward, an afternoon session with the other two partners, Jeff and Thomas. In a spirit of openness, they told me they were meeting with two other associates on Thursday and Friday. Their plan was to meet as a group on Monday at lunch and decide if any of us would be promoted. I was trying to assess whether or not he knew about my party activities. If he did, he gave no clue. I thanked him for the opportunity and began making mental notes about what information I should prepare.

That night I tried to prepare for the interview, but of course my mind was on Master James and Liz. Especially since I knew they were local, I didn't understand why they had not told me to meet them somewhere. I sent him several messages displaying my desire to serve them, but alas they went unresponded until about 11:30 when Master sent me a terse reply that he would call on me when he was ready and needed me. I responded with a heartfelt apology and confessed my lust had gotten the better of me. He told me he would deal with me in the office on Monday. He also told me I should masturbate and make a video when I came. I liked that idea. He told me I was to send the video to Liz and that I should confess my desire to eat her pussy as I climaxed. I wasn't so crazy about that. I was happy to confess my desire to serve Master James. I knew that meant Liz had whatever access to my body she desired, but I was still nervous about confessing that in such an intimate way. But of course, I did it. And of course I sent her the evidence as quickly as I could before I could chicken out.

Liz never responded so I don't know if she enjoyed the video. I was a bit disappointed not to get feedback. However, with my lust temporarily satisfied, I was able to work for a few hours prepping for the interview and then I turned in for the night. By the time Monday rolled around I felt well prepared. At least I felt prepared for the interview. I didn't feel great about any punishment I might receive for having nagged Master James. Liz still didn't give me any feedback. She said hello to me and was perfectly nice. I wondered if she knew I had screwed up.

James arrived about 9:30 and went straight back to his office. I expected him to send for me, but he didn't. I knew I saw him as he walked through the corridor since we had made eye contact. Right on time at 11:30 when she went on her lunch break, I saw Liz walking toward his office. I remember thinking she is a lucky girl to be his preferred sub in our company. I tried to wait patiently, but I was on pins and needles. Finally at noon my phone chirped with a message to "get my ass back here." I didn't know what was in store for me, but I was about to find out.

I knocked on Dean's office door and was told to come in. Liz was splayed on the couch. She was naked and looked like she had been rode hard. Her eyes were unfocused. Dean had obviously ravaged her. I looked at him for guidance.

"Get between her legs and clean her so she can go back to work," he commanded me. I dropped to my knees. As my face moved close to her oozing, well-used pussy, I first noticed his smell and then saw the evidence that he had shot inside of her. His creampie was beginning to drip from deep inside of her. I quickly lapped my tongue along her labia. She mewed.

I reached with my hands and grabbed her hips to give me better leverage as I pulled my mouth tightly over her snatch and got to work. I remember thinking how much I would enjoy being in her position with Dean having fucked me so well during work. The mixture of their fluids was a unique taste and one I quite enjoyed. I felt Dean lifting my skirt. Then I felt him rubbing my sex. It didn't surprise me that he wasn't ready for another round of fucking so soon. I was happy to have him playing with my pussy, although his insistence on teasing me instead of bringing me off was disconcerting. But subs can't be picky. I would have liked to make Liz cum again. But she was too worn out emotionally and physically. I lapped up their coital remnants and then licked her inner thighs to make sure nothing escaped. I worked her for about 10 minutes until she started to come back to reality. When she was finally recovered and ready to dress, Dean told me to clean his cock. I quickly obeyed and Liz prepared to go back to her desk. It didn't take me long to lavish my praise on his manhood. It twitched a bit, but I could tell he would need more time to recover. I gave up on my hope he would fuck me. Not that I was complaining about a chance to have his cock in my mouth, mind you, but I was hoping for more.

By the time Liz was dressed, his cock was cleaned. He dismissed us both, but I lingered and stared at him trying to convey my need with my eyes. I didn't want to say anything because I knew when I begged for attention on Friday it upset him. I could tell he knew exactly what I was doing. He stared back at me as I heard Liz open the door and walk out. After she shut his office door again, he spoke. "If you are going to stay, then strip." That was a command I was happy to obey.

I quickly removed my clothes, folded them and neatly placed them on the arm of the couch. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I just stood facing him. I could tell that Dean the IT guy who had just fucked our company receptionist had transformed into Master James the kinky Dom. He opened his briefcase and took out several items. He then waved me over to stand beside him. I glanced down at the things he took out of his case and shivered. "Hold your hair up," he told me. That was a precursor to him buckling a thick leather collar around my neck. He then had me drop my wrists so he could buckle leather cuffs around them.

The two other items were a bit gag that he quickly secured around my head to keep me quiet and a blindfold. Shortly after my world went dark, I felt my arms being raised and pulled behind my head where they were clipped to the collar. He then told me to spread my legs. Once again I felt his fingers touching me in a teasing fashion. I moaned, although the gag efficiently muffled the sound.

"You need to learn how to control your lust," he told me. "If you cum this afternoon, we are done. I will give you no more time."

By that point I had been trying to grind my pussy on his hand. I'm sure that was part of his plan to work me up and torment me. I felt his hand pull away and then a tug on my collar. I could tell he was positioning me in front of his desk although I had no idea why. I then sensed him moving away from me and heard his case open again. I didn't have to wait long to learn about his next devious plan. I felt a belt being wrapped around my hips.

"I know you enjoy the Hitachi, slut," he told me. "This belt will hold it in place. The wand is connected to a variable speed control. I have some work to do, so this will keep you occupied for a while."

I felt the bulbous head press against me. I didn't know how I could keep from orgasming. The Hitachi always set me off like a rocket. The first buzz was at full speed and it buckled my legs. "Oops, sorry," he said. "I had the knob at the wrong end." I knew that was bullshit as I am sure he planned to just give me a full speed taste before slowing the wand down so it was barely moving. But given my current state, even barely moving was difficult to resist. I don't know if Dean was really working or whether he was just watching, but he didn't say a word. Occasionally the wand would speed up, but never very fast. At least he was giving me a chance to succeed. After a minute or so it would slow down again. At that speed I didn't have to worry about cumming, but it certainly kept my arousal at a high state.

The next power cycle found the wand moving much quicker. Dangerously quicker if your goal was not to cum. I bent over toward the desk, at least where I perceived the desk would be hoping my body language would cause Dean to have mercy on me. It didn't and the speed increased again. I moaned through the gag. Then the vibrations stopped completely. I was panting.

"I'll make a deal with you slave," he began. "You've been good so far, but I know you are struggling. I'm going to turn it on full speed. If you can last a minute without cumming, I will continue as your Master."

I started to mumble my acceptance of his challenge, but then realized he didn't ask me an actual question. So I nodded. Instantly the want went on full speed. I howled into the gag and I could feel tears begin to stream down my face from under the gag. I wanted to cum so hard and I knew I could. But I wanted to be a good girl too. I tried to think of anything but the situation I was in to distract my brain from my fast approaching uncontrollable orgasm. It wasn't easy because every thought quickly led back to Master James and how I had changed, for the better, since I first talked to him online. For his part, he was helping me focus by counting down the time remaining. Fifty seconds, then forty, then thirty. By that point I didn't think I would make it. By twenty I was bending over again trying to take at least a little pressure of the wand on my clit off. It wasn't working. At ten seconds he started counting the individual numbers. Ten, nine, eight, but to me it was a countdown not to my success and release from this torment, but to my orgasmic release and failure to obey. By the time he had reached five I had given up. I was going to cum and he was going to dump me. Then the miracle happened. The vibration stopped.

I heard Dean count the final numbers. It was still hard not to climax as he had conditioned me to cum when the count stopped. But without the incessant buzz of the wand, I was somehow able to hold back. He didn't say a word one way or the other about the experience. I felt him remove the Hitachi belt. I was relieved. He then unhooked my wrist cuffs from my collar and removed the gag. He left the collar and blindfold on. "Use your fingers on your clit and nipples. Tease yourself for three minutes. Do it well and I may let you cum."

That was a command I was happy to obey, although I had to be careful not to be too aggressive with my tingling naughty parts. If I ever slowed down too much, Dean would urge me to play with myself more vigorously. Of course I risked climaxing when I did that so I had to try and figure out a technique that made me look like I was being more wanton than I really was being. I'm sure he could tell, but he didn't comment. Without the gag I knew he could tell from my sounds exactly what I was feeling. This time he didn't count down. I shocked myself by lasting the whole three minutes. My whole body was on fire. I wanted to plunge my fingers into my pussy and make myself cum. When he told me to stop I cried out.

"Whom does that cunt belong to?" he asked. I am sure you know my response.

"And when does it get used?" he continued. "Only when you say," I confessed.

"And are you going to call me begging again?" he asked with a leading tone. "No master," I blurted out proudly.

"Then touch yourself again and show me what kind of slut I own," he commanded. I obeyed.

Moments later, with his approval still ringing in my ears, I came with an incredible force and intensity. I ended up lying in a heap on his floor. I imagine I had much the same look as Liz did after he had finished with her. My pussy and clit were pulsating and my nipples were as hard as they ever had been. As I lay there recovering I though about what a glorious session it had been. With just a few words, he had reduced me to a quivering mess. He had a gift.

I was spent emotionally the rest of the day. I tried to focus on my work, but it was difficult. I also gave very little thought to my partnership meeting the next day. I knew being on the partnership track was an honor and I should have taken it more seriously, but my Master had used me so wonderfully, my mind and spirit kept going back to him. I wished he had called me back to his office before the end of the day for another session, but alas he didn't. I tried to keep tabs on Liz to see if she got a return visit, but I didn't notice one. Yes I was a bit jealous that she got more attention from him than I did. But I also loved when he commanded us to play together and I would have been happy to do that again as well.

Tuesday morning found me in the office bright and early, a large coffee in hand and a short skirt, stockings and heels adorning my body. I looked professional, but I also knew I looked sexy and I wasn't above reminding the partners that I was the only woman being interviewed. Tony and Steve didn't mention the way I was dressed, but I did catch them looking at my legs. Overall the interview was pretty much as I expected. It was all business and they grilled me about my performance and why I thought I would make a good partner. It was grueling, but satisfying. I felt confident by the time the interview ended two hours later that I had answered everything to the best of my ability. They said they were having a working lunch to discuss the candidates and those who move on would be notified after lunch to schedule the next round.

I retreated to the safety of my office to decompress from the stress of the interview. But my solitude didn't last. Liz joined me after a few minutes and locked the door behind her. She had a small bag with her and a mischievous grin.

"Master thought you might need to relax after your big interview," she told me. "Slip off your panties and let me help."

I didn't need to be told twice and quickly stood, unzipped my skirt and then dropped my panties. She walked up to me and gave me a passionate kiss. My knees began to buckle. She then reached into the bag.

"I'm going to make you squeal," he promised. "I don't want you making any noise."

I watched as she pulled out a red ball gag with leather straps. I offered no resistance as she pushed it into my mouth and strapped it around my head. How far I had come in such a short time as to be gagged in my office, nearly naked and dripping with anticipation that our receptionist was about to bring me off. I never even considered that it was 11:15 in the morning and the office was full. When she told me to sit in my chair and spread my legs, I did so without hesitation. I then watched as she grabbed a cushion off my office couch and casually tossed it at my feet.

I cannot describe the electricity I felt as her tongue first touched my labia. I had become conditioned to be a service slut and here I was being serviced myself by the beautiful and sexy Liz. The juxtaposition was not lost on me as I looked down on her as she lazily lapped at my pussy and the copious amount of juice that was flowing out of it. I then let my head lean back against my chair as I surrendered to the glorious feeling. Liz was right to gag me. Even though I was completely relaxed and not shouting, as I tended to do with Master, I was moaning almost continually into the gag. I relished in not having to worry about not being heard. Liz was taking her time with me, allowing my body to build its arousal organically and didn't try to bring me to orgasm too soon. Her ministrations allowed wave after wave of pleasure to wash over me. My head was spinning with pleasure. I never wanted it to end.

Liz was between my legs for a good 15-20 minutes. I figured she would soon start fingering me and rubbing my clit to get me off. But alas, the ringing of my phone put an end to that dream. Looking at the caller ID it showed Steve's office. I quickly reached up and unbuckled the gag. I tried squeezing my legs together to get Liz to stop, but she used her hands to push them back apart. I had to pick up the call with her still licking my pussy. I doubt Steve understood why I sounded a bit out of breath.

He told me there was a question they forgot to ask me. He said the answer would determine if I moved on in the partner track. I asked him what he wanted to know. He responded that it was better if I came to his office. That was obviously a disappointment as Liz had be teetering on the edge of a lovely climax, but I said I would be right over. When I hung up the call I playfully hit Liz on the head. I then used more force to push her away as I stood up. She sat on the floor grinning, her lips coated with my juice. I reached first to grab my skirt, but before I could grab my panties, she jumped up and snatched them away from me. She then bolted for the door. I started after her, but realized I would be in view without my skirt when she opened the door so I headed toward the wall instead hoping to be safe from prying eyes. At least she was nice enough to shut the door on her way out so I could slip my skirt back on without embarrassment.

I wanted to follow her to her desk and retrieve my underwear, but that would have taken time and possibly caused a scene. Instead, on somewhat wobbly legs, I headed to Steve's office. I was nervous and excited, and not just sexually, as I knocked on the door. I was confident I could convince Steve to move my candidacy forward on the partnership track. As I entered the room I was prepared for anything. Anything except perhaps for his question. After asking me to sit, he asked if the rumors were true about what happened at the office party. I took a moment to gauge my answer. He had not asked about a specific behavior but rather a rumor that I had not heard. I decided to play dumb.

"I have not heard any rumors about the party, Steve," I told him. I wasn't lying.

"Well, I doubt anybody would ask you directly so I suppose that is true," he responded. "Let's just say there is a rumor about a certain additional party that happened in a bathroom."

I noticed he was being coy about not asking directly as bringing up the details could be an HR violation if I said he created a hostile work environment. I paused again. For all I knew he was the one who fucked me so I had to tread lightly.

"The role of partner is very important," Steve began lecturing me. "Our conduct is very important, both with clients and in the office. We are leaders."

"I understand that Steve," I replied. Then I paused again. I was trying to decide what to say next. Clearly I could not deny that something happened. But at the same time I didn't want to admit the juicy details in case the rumors were wrong. I went with being vague and hoped he would drop the issue.

"I was wearing the Batgirl costume and it was, how do I say it, very tight in the crotch. It, well, rubbed me in a certain way," I began my defense. "In fact, after a couple hours," pause, "well in truth, I was so turned on that I needed to sneak off for some relief. I went downstairs because I figured going to my office during the party wasn't private enough."

I tried to frame my indiscretion that I was thinking positively about the company, which is why I went to the other floor. Steve was listening without showing an emotion, like a good lawyer in court. I couldn't get a read from him on whether he was just getting me to tell the story to titillate him or embarrass me or whether he really thought my behavior was an issue. He didn't respond, so I felt the need to continue.

"I admit it. I masturbated in the bathroom during the party."

"Is that all?" he asked directly. I took a deep breath.

"No," I said trying to stay defiant even though my whole body wanted to meekly surrender.

"I was caught," pause, "and well, things got a bit out of hand."

"Were you raped? The rumor mill said you fucked a couple of guys."

He had just given me an out, but claiming it was nonconsensual would have led to an investigation. Not only would it get messy and ruin the reputation of everyone involved, but clearly that would be the end of my partnership dream.

"No it wasn't rape," I confessed. Then without thinking I blurted out, "I don't know who they were, but I was willing and I enjoyed it."

As the words came out of my mouth I realized I probably sealed my fate. There is a huge double standard in the corporate world about women's sexuality and admitting I liked having sex in a bathroom with two strangers was definitely not partnership material. The partners certainly could brag about the women they fucked, but for a woman, that kind of behavior was not to be discussed. I was mentally preparing to clean out my office and start looking for a job. Steve though for a moment, finding his words.

"As you can imagine, those kind of rumors are not the kind we want floating around the office and certainly not outside the company. I am sure upstairs everyone has heard of your exploits, although they probably do not know it was you specifically. That is good. I am impressed that you told me the truth. I am sure it was uncomfortable to admit you enjoyed yourself. If we make you a partner, is this the kind of behavior we can expect from you?"

I wasn't sure if he was talking about the fuck fest or the telling the truth. I decided to play coy. "Yes, Steve. I always tell the truth," I replied. He shook his head. Then he stood up and I realized he didn't have any pants on. His cock was also at half-staff already.

"Let me rephrase counselor," he said as he began moving around his desk to where I was seated. "Is your behavior in the bathroom the kind we can expect if we make you a partner?"

It was clear what he wanted. I had a decision to make. My pussy was still wet and swollen from the attention Liz had given me and Steve, while not possessing a huge cock was certainly of fine stature. He had made it clear that my decision in the next few seconds would determine if my name moved forward in the partnership committee. That of course was a complete HR violation, but he knew I couldn't bring it up without confessing to my party activities. I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. I gave it a squeeze and then started stroking it.

"I am a team player Steve," I told him. "Anything I can do for the firm, as a partner, I am willing to do." I made sure to stress the "as a partner" part of my answer. A broad smile moved across his face as he put his hand around the back of my neck.

Steve pulled my head toward him and I happily released his cock and opened my mouth taking him in until the tip brushed my throat. As you might expect, any worry of the consequences of my actions were washed away as I began to bob my head up and down his shaft. He seemed pleased with my ministrations. He let me work his cock for about a minute before he pulled out and pointed toward the floor. I quickly dropped to my knees and he sat down in the chair I had vacated. Being in a subservient position was much more natural to me and I relished kneeling before him. I worked hard to give him a great blowjob, alternating between sucking, licking and stroking his beautiful manhood. I started having a fantasy about me pleasuring him and having him take an important client call. In my mind he was struggling not to moan while I teased him. I found that image very hot and it turned me on to think of repeating todays encounter.

I don't really know how long he lasted. If I had to guess it was about five minutes before I got my salty reward. He came a lot. It wasn't particularly thick. It was a bit watery. But what he lacked in quality he more than made up for with quantity. It was difficult not to let any dribble out of my mouth. But I was becoming a proficient cocksucker, if I do say so myself, so I succeeded. Steve stayed in the chair as I licked him clean. He then waved that I should stand, stood up and tucked himself back into his suit pants.

"That was acceptable," was all he said. He then reached forward and put his hand under my skirt. I'm not sure what he expected to find, but I got the sense he anticipated I probably would have been wearing panties. I don't think having his fingers find a gushing pussy was expected, but he certainly smiled at the discovery. I took an audible breath as he took advantage of the situation to slide his middle finger inside of me. He also grazed my clit with his thumb causing me knees to buckle slightly. He also noticed that. Then he pulled his finger out and removed his hand. I was disappointed, of course. I needed an orgasm and I would have been perfectly happy to allow him to give me one. Instead he licked my juice of his finger and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Yes, very acceptable," he repeated. "Tony has some questions for you as well. Then we will discuss you moving on in the process," he said as a way of dismissing me. I wish I had time to run to the bathroom and finger myself to a well deserved and much needed climax, but I knew I was expected to go straight to Tony's office. When I got there he was on the phone. He waved me in and pointed to a chair much like Steve had done. When he hung up the phone, he told me that Steve had given me a good reference after his private interview. He had a devious smile when he said it. I sighed and got back on my knees. Tony made no move to stop me from getting in a subservient position, but he didn't exactly jump at the opportunity to have me serve him either.

"Susan, I want you to know I don't condone sexual harassment in the workplace. I also don't care what you did at the party. It was consensual and between adults. Your actions in the next 15 minutes will have no bearing on how I vote on the partnership committee. Do you understand?"

"Yes Tony. I understand," I told him. He obviously knew I had confirmed the bathroom liaison and had just blown Steve. I wouldn't be surprised if Steve had told him I wasn't wearing panties and how wet my pussy had become, either. It sounded to me that he was just trying to cover his ass in case I made things difficult for them if I didn't get the job. He couldn't have known that I had already decided that wasn't in my best interests. I really just wanted his cock. But I also figured playing his game was a good idea.

"Fabulous," Tony replied. "Steve told me you're soaking wet. I bet he didn't bother to give you pleasure. He's like that."

"He did finger me a bit," I confessed. "But he definitely didn't satisfy me." I made sure to enunciate slowly on the word satisfy.

"I am happy to try and satisfy you, Susan, but we have to be discrete. I don't think it help either of our reputations to have rumors flying around the office."

I looked at his desk and saw the framed pictures of his wife and kids. Not that I have been living the moral high ground, but I was a little disappointed. Still, that didn't stop me from asking if he wanted to fuck me.

"Yes I do," was his simple reply. I decided to press him a little to get a sense of his kink factor and adventure.

"I am a moaner though," I told him. "I get a little loud if I get a good pounding. You might have to gag me."

He looked at me with inquisitive eyes. I got the impression that was new to him. I then watched at he scanned the office in an apparent exploration looking for a makeshift gag.

"Your tie will work fine," I told him with a voice of experience. He quickly removed it.

"Tie a knot in the center, put the knot in my mouth and then tie it around my head," I instructed.

"Fine," he replied. "Lift your skirt and bend over my desk."

He voice was more authoritarian, although not in a dom way but with confidence.

And that was how I ended up getting fucked on a partner's desk. The tie wasn't very effective, but it served its purpose to arouse me by allowing me the illusion that he was really in charge. His cock was about as good as Steve's, that is to say, hard, well sized but not too big and most importantly, sawing in and out of my overheated pussy.

After the first few strokes he lifted my left leg up onto his desk. My legs formed a right angle. With 80% of my weight being supported by my left leg and my foot in fuck me pumps, I knew I would tire quickly. But the change in angle of my dripping snatch apparently worked for him because he increased the pace and force of his thrusts. Of course I didn't mind that a bit. In fact, you might say I rather liked it. In fact, I even tried to push back on him to match my thrusts. He didn't like that though.

"You stay still and take what I give you. I'll tell you when to rut like a bitch in heat," he said a bit too loudly. I immediately became more passive and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock deep inside of me.

His fucking was primal and savage, just the way I like it. I was actually quite pleased and began thinking of way to continue visiting him after the interview process was done. He kept up his furious pace for longer than I deserved treating me to two nice orgasms along the way. He fucked me right through them never slowing down. Usually I like a short break during and after cumming, but his primordial attack on my cunt was so savage I didn't want him to stop. Not that I had much of a say in the matter. He seemed determine to just fuck me as hard and fast as he could for as long as he could. And I loved it. But all good things must come to an end. He must have sensed his explosion was near because he finally thrusted into me and held his cock there.

"I am close bitch," he told me. "You're going to rock back and forth and milk my cock. When I am ready to cum, I'm going to slap your ass. You'll do your best pornstar imitation and pull off me, spin around and drop to your knees. If you're quick enough, you can take my cum in your mouth and not mess up your make-up. If you are too slow, I'm going to cum on your face. You have seen a porno and know how a good slut takes a load haven't you?"

"Yes sir," I responded. "I have watched porno (I didn't confess to how much) and I know what you want me to do.

He pulled his cock back a bit giving me room to thrust back on him. But as I did, he surprised me and took both of my wrists in his hands and pulled my arms backward. This had the affect of standing me up instead of lying across his desk, although I was still bent over. My left leg also dropped back to the floor. In this position I felt incredibly submissive (a good thing) and I also to rock on my feet to achieve the proper thrusting motion he had commanded. I also did my best to squeeze his cock with my pussy and milk his cum from him. I found this position incredibly arousing. I wished Liz were there to kneel under me and lick my clit. I would have cum instantly. I also wish we had started with this position as I knew Tony wouldn't last that much longer. Unfortunately I was right, although for a nooner that was probably a good thing.

As promised he slapped my ass and as promised I leaned forward plopping his cock out of my hole. I scrapped my side and back on the edge of his desk trying to spin and drop face enough. Although I had learned to love getting facials at the theater, I didn't want one then. I reached and grabbed his cock just as he started to swell. I gave him a firm squeeze trying to keep him from shooting until I could get my lips around the head. It was close, but I now consider myself a pro at this sort of thing and I captured his cock in my mouth in the nick of time. Unlike Steve, Tony's cum was thick and he only shot a few volleys. It was a rather nice contrast actually. I drank him down easily and then licked his cock clean like a good submissive slut should always do before I tucked him back into his pants. He thanked me and walked back around his desk.

"Go back to your office and wait for our decision. You should keep that pussy wet in case we think of any more questions. You can masturbate, but don't cum again. We'll call you in a little while and notify you if you are moving on in the process."

Characters Susan Ð Attorney John Ð Husband/bartender Dean Ð IT Consultant Liz Ð Receiptionist, sub to Dean Tony Ð Partner in the firm (Steve, Jeff, Thomas) James Ð Online Dom