Miss: Tom Box is home!

There's a little beep-beep, beep-beep! from Brenda's phone, tossed atop her discarded clothes.

Brenda ignores it, leaning into Margarita's pussy and licking out a sigh of pleasure.

A minute later, another beep-beep, beep-beep! sounds.

Margaret Tallifer sniffs in annoyance. Frieda sends a side-eye in Brenda's direction.

"Sorry," Brenda says. "Let me mute that."

She picks up her phone and unlocks the screen. Her posture goes tense and her expression changes.

"Oh!" Brenda says. "That's Betty. Tom's home early. My husband."

"Does that mean the party's over?" Frieda asks.

Brenda sighs. "Yes, the party's over," she says. "Help me with my bra, Gloria?"

You do up Brenda's hooks and tug the back band into place,
running your fingers under it to flatten it out. "There," you say.

Brenda Box is swiftly re-clothed and leaves the room. With sniffs and grumbles, Brenda's businesswomen friends resume their office attire. You, Margarita, and Olivia are left with your borrowed bathrobes.

"I think we can go down the back stairs," you say. "Being out by the pool in robes will be fine, and all our clothes are in the pool house."

You and the nursing trainees slip out of Brenda's upstairs office and try to sidle your way out back to get street-legal.

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