In a way it was familiar and comforting, and that was the problem. Familiar meant old memories bubbled to the surface. There were a lot of things she ...ished she could say to Mr. Glastonbury that she was never going to get to say.She glanced at the Watcher. He'd been pleased how polite she was, calling him Mr. Giles and all. What would he say if he found out she could care less what he thought? But it pulled her out of her mental fugue and made her focus on the situation at hand.What should she. Once inside, he helped her start a fire with the small woodpile next to the fireplace. The atmosphere was like magic. The cocoa, the conversation, the flickering flames all seemed to flow together. Audrey could almost here the soft romantic music playing in the background, to highlight what was bound to happen next. They sat next to each other, sipping at there hot drinks, laughing congenially, flirting so slightly. She tossed her hair and threw her head back, he touched her shoulder lightly,. At the head was a tall very handsome man in a pale grey suit and gold tie, with blonde hair greying at the temples. To his right a slightly shorter man in a black suit and open neck shirt, with thick black curly hair who I hadn’t met before. “Allow me to introduce my husband Bradley, and his brother Thomas, who is living with us for the moment.” I shook their hands and smiled. This was becoming an ordeal being scrutinised by the whole family! I sat to the left of Bradley, with the two girls. “I don’t give a shit,” my brother responded with a laugh. “Have at it.”The guy took it to heart. He took my hands and pulled me up onto my feet, which made my head spin. I blinked and staggered a little as he moved around behind me. Reaching around me, he took both my tits in his hands and started to grope me. He started grinding his crotch into my ass at the same time. When I could see more clearly, I saw that several of the other guys were watching him fondle my still covered tits.One.