Tony walks out, carefully watching the two steaming mugs of cocoa so as not to spill them. The room is dark, lit only by the cheery warm glow from the...fire. The huge windows to either side of the mantle show lazy snow drifting down to blanket the landscape. He walks to the middle of the floor in front of the fire, stepping carefully amongst the many pillows strewn about. They have created a virtual nest in front of the warm fragrant fire. Setting the Hot chocolate on the side table, Tony. Using her last weak breath, she had asked her husband, "Was it a boy?" Yes... ," he had said, squeezing her limp little fingers. "We have a beautiful baby boy," he had lied, smiling down into her beautiful face. A few minutes later without ever regaining consciousness, she slipped quietly away into the good night.Emmett Herron would forever be glad he hadn't told his wife the truth—because the newborn child wasn't a boy. His Spanish maid, Rosalie was holding the baby in her arms when he walked. He made arrangements to pick it up personally and said he had a couple of helpers, so we wouldn’t even need to lift a finger.We didn’t hear much from Mr. Lawton or from Luther over the next few days, but then it was New Year’s and we expected them to take a few days off with the offices closed. We were hosting a small gathering at the big house; and I’d included Angela since she’d been a friend to me in the past and I wanted to stay in touch.This would be the first event that we hosted together. "I want you to fuck my ass with your big cock," I begged."The gardener fucks his boss," he laughed. "That sounds like a story that needs telling. Maybe they turn it into a blockbuster movie, huh?" Can I please suck your cock, stud?" I asked, eager to taste his fat dick."Yes you may, Sissy," he replied. "Show me what a good little slut you are."I'd practiced on my rubber dicks for months, trying out all the tricks I'd seen in the pornos. I knew I could do this, and I had no hesitation in taking.