Andrews was the wife of a real obnoxious jerk that Kyle and I worked with. We'd met her different times at company functions and wondered how her and ...er husband ever ended up together. We were all getting into our 40's now, but he had really gone soft, while she still looked sexy even if she had a few more curves to her.Kyle and I were constantly talking about what we'd like to do to her but didn't know how she'd react if we tried to do something. One day, after her husband Bill had belittled. But of course it was no accident. This all happened to me on purpose. She demanded to know how Reggie could do these things to me, turn me into what I've become.I shrugged and said, "It was surprisingly easy. She did things to me. She tortured me until I couldn't resist any longer and she made me do things, horrible things. And she took pictures. She took pictures and made movies that I'll do anything and everything to keep my parents from ever seeing."That's all I have left now, Trish. The. And then, while I braced my unsteady knees and held myself up by the little metal shelf on the bottom of the whiteboard, she inspected my output like a farmer at his produce. "Hmm," she said, "good volume, nice temperature..." She rolled it around on her palm (or tried to), and said, "I like the viscosity. But not a lot of it. Very disappointing, Brandon." There was laughter. I felt like a science experiment. Or, more accurately, at least a science experiment being run by a freak show. Here we. ’ I took drink orders and squeezed through the crowd towards the bar. Ten minutes later I was back. ‘I hope that’s cold because I am really hot.’ Nan took the frosted glass and rubbed it from one nipple across to the other. Then, putting down the glass, she pulled her camisole forward and fanned herself ‘accidentally’ giving me a generous look at her breasts. ‘Me too,’ Jill exclaimed after we all watched Nan. With that she, too, pulled her camisole out and fanned. But she also pulled it down so.