“Good,” Molly said. She went over to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee. She returned to the table and took a seat. She stared into her cup...“I had a nightmare last night,” Molly said.“I had one too,” Chef Rupert said.“Same here,” Ellen said.“I dreamt that Mark fed me,” Molly said.Chef Rupert said, “You think that is bad? I dreamt that I proposed to Mary O’Toole.”“That’s nothing. I dreamt that Mark set me up on a date with his Cousin Lucinda,” Ellen said.“Lucinda?” Molly asked.Ellen said,. ”I managed to open the door without dropping the tray and went in. ‘Miss Addison’ turned out to be Gloria. She was sprawling on the bed beside a half naked Celia and an array of sex toys including vibrators, dildoes, and various bondage toys. I suppose I looked shocked.“Oh, it’s you, the grubby one. Don’t gawp. Put the tray down over there. You can wait while we drink it. Turn to face the wall. I’m sure the sight of Celia’s tits won’t be helping your poor locked cock.”Celia giggled and,. She grabbed the back of my head with her hands and pulled me hard to her pussy rubbing herself hard and fast against my face. I could hardly breath she was holding me so tight. She shuddered and started saying "Oh God Paul don't stop. Oh fuck, eat my pussy. I'm comingggggg!" Then all of a sudden she drenched my face with a big load of her cum. My face was covered. She went limp and let go of my head. She was still breathing hard with her chest and tits heaving up and down. She took me. Experienced and sharp.The perfect guy to bury Clint.My trench coat swept as we hustled down the halls. We reached the third-floor office and knocked. “Enter!”Ed Thomas had a large office, his desk covered in paperwork. He had a table to the right, buried in more paperwork that looked like it was in the process of being assembled into a case. A young paralegal was there, moving things around, glancing at a checklist.“Nelson,” Ed said, grinning at me. He had graying hair, his hairline retreating.