She needs some relief

She knew that she needed to meet the center manager, but she was so horny she did not think she would be able to concentrate if she did not get some relief. She thought about going to see Pearl and see if she could borrow Carl, but she did not want the old lady to know she was a total slut. The truth was jacking off the old man's cock had made her pussy very slippery and she needed to climax badly. She decided to head into the ladies room and let her fingers do the job. She slipped into the stall and locked the door behind her pulling down her pants and wet panties as she sat down on the toilet. She ran her fingers up and down her wet slit, coating them with the copious lubrication that was flowing from her twat. She was so excited she knew it would not take her long to climax.

She used her other hand to rub her fat nipples, she pulled up her shirt and unhooked her bra so she could pinch and rub her nipples in conjunction with frigging her clit. She was soon on the edge of orgasm, and she stood up in the stall spreading her legs wide so she could dip her fingers deeper into her pussy. Using two fingers she rubbed her clit rapidly, back and forth across the hard nub bringing her to a huge orgasm. Her legs shook, and she tried not to scream in pleasure as she peaked, she hoped that no one could hear her soft grunting as she masturbated. Luckily no one came in to catch her, and she pulled herself together as her orgasm ended. She felt much better, calmer now and she was ready to face the center manager, Miss Barnard.

She had not seen Miss Barnard since she had started as she had been busy taking care of her residents, and doling out special favors. She hoped she was not in trouble or anything; she was really enjoying the money she was making.

She knocked on the door, and went in when she heard Miss Barnard say, "Come on in."

"Miss Barnard, its me Abbie, you said you wanted to see me?"

Miss Barnard answered without taking her eyes off of the reports in front of her, "Yes take a seat Abbie I will be with you in a moment."

Abbie studied the woman in front of her, Miss Barnard was younger than her manner showed, and she was maybe in her mid thirties. She always wore a conservative business suit, with her long, dark hair pulled up in a tight bun. Thick glasses concealed a pretty face, and Abbie thought her body was probably pretty good once you got past the shapeless suit. Abbie wondered what her story was and how she had ended up at the Bellevue Retirement Home For Retired Gentlefolk.

Abbie's train of thought was broken when Miss Barnard looked up and said in a firm voice, Abbie your work here has been good so far, all of the residents that you work with have said good things about you. We have one problem that I would like to discuss with you, and hopefully we can get past it so you can continue your employment with us.