I went home but couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said previously. I walked back towards her house and saw her in the kitchen.I watched her ...rom around ten feet and saw her walk into the dining room, I moved quickly and when I turned into her room saw her folding some towels on the dining room table, I moved swiftly and grabbed her breasts from behind, she jumped and said “Oh it’s you” when she turned towards me, I turned her back to the table and roughly fondled her tits.She placed her. Dad gave a little grimace of distaste. "I haven't been promoted in two years, and have barely received raises to keep up with inflation." Why?" I asked."For a while I thought it was just bad luck. But I've changed my mind. The truth is, my boss doesn't like me. He doesn't want me to be promoted. I've found out that he's actually moved behind the scenes to keep me from advancing." Dad shook his head. "I've actually been thinking about quitting and finding a new job. It's frustrating." Why. Sometimes when we were feeling generous we came back with a toy for him, once a collar and leash, another time a prostate massager, and my favorite (as it tended to occupy him) a "fucking machine" that was a dildo hooked up to a moving shaft that would penetrate his fuckhole for hours on end while his wife and I played. Once in a while we would also be kind enough to remove him from chastity, so we could spank him with a crop and humiliate his cock, jerking it off into his own mouth while she. Cheers and applause broke out and when I turned everyone was kissing everyone else, the girls who had paired up were kissing and Roy was trying to kiss three at once.I gathered the two women in my arms and kissed them. We dried each other and left our robes on the hooks as it looked like everyone had now abandoned modesty in favor of access.Sarge called for our attention and everyone who wasn’t otherwise occupied gathered around the Pedestal. “People of Barney,” he said, “we have not enough.