Wednesday, my watched vibrated earlier than normal waking me up. I caught a glimpse of a mostly naked teen quietly sneak out of the bedroom hoping not...to wake me on her way down the stairs to the pool. Mentally, I applauded her courage and decisiveness.Again, I needed to wait in bed until she was done showering and changing to zip her up. Thursday’s outfit was a modern version of a Gone with the Wind reproduction. In other words, a hot, bulky, cumbersome, and overdone dress, aimed at a more. He said those exact words to me. "Suck my cock!" the man said as if it was need to clean all the cum off of his cock.I told him I was going in the other room, to clean up and get something to drink, and that his cock and my mouth would be buddies very shortly. I ran in the other room, and empty out his bottle of Southern Comfort. Some say it takes like candy. I poured the vile into his drink wishing him a sincere goodbye. I gave him the deadly drink and positioned myself between his legs. I. It was obvious that Michelle and George had found ways to get together before I suspected anything. I decided to improve my status with the company, just in case George ever left, died, or was terminated. I wanted to be the one that was offered his position. As I was leaving, I asked a secretary to deliver the theater tickets to George. He didn't know it yet, but he was going to need them.I left a short note to Michelle apologizing for missing the theater engagement, but I explained how George. I love your pretty pink flowery panties, I love your pretty blue eyes, I love your long blonde hair, your sweet titties, and most of all your smooth hairless cunt. Uncle’s going to lick you now, between your legs, and smell those lovely wet panties.”This was slightly scary. Smell my panties? Why would he want to do that? I had no idea back then of the desires of older men to get their hands on girls panties and smell them. I was afraid they might not smell fresh, though they were clean on.