Woman 2 woman
My name is Christine. I’m twenty-six, single and work in marketing support for a high-tech computer company. I had to go to Las Vegas for a four-day trade show, and at the end of the first day of standing in heels talk- ing to customers for ten hours, my feet and legs were killing me. One of our sales reps, an attractive brunette from Seattle, asked me if I wanted to share a cab back to the hotel. We had struck up a friendship during the day, and I was happy to have her...