She came up for air, jerking on the pipe. ‘Arghh, oh, yes…couldn’t get it all…ummhh…nice and hard….’ Slowly she remembered her niece, an... smiled at her, spit dripping down her cheeks. ‘Oh Amanda. This is so nice,’ she said holding the hard meat between her hands. ‘My god. Did you hurt yourself? How did you do that? Can I try? It looked like fun’, said the small titted girl. ‘Of course you can try sugar. But it’s going to take some practice before you’re as good as me. OK, come over and start. There was a waist-high fence around the terrace, so the people passing by could not see the naked slut on all fours on the terrace. I made my way to the door of the restaurant and attempted to open it, but it was locked. I saw that Paolo and the owner were inside, drinking wine and smoking cigars, laughing and telling stories. I knocked on the door. They waved at me and laughed again. I knocked again. The owner slowly stood up and came towards the door. I was kneeling outside completely naked.. Then looking over his glasses, he casually asked, “Was that one word, or two?”The Office PartyJohn, woke up after the annual office Christmas party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way downstairs, where his wife put some coffee in front of him.“Louise,” he moaned, “tell me what happened last night. Was it as bad as I think?”“Even worse,” she said, her voice oozing scorn. “You made. Give her one for me Melissa.’ ‘Mr Briscoe!’ ‘I meant a kiss darling. What are you working on — you look stumped?’ ‘This client is after greater market share. She’s asked us to pitch.’ ‘What’s the product?’ ‘Bras with colored metallic inserts.’ Tom rolled about laughing. ‘Mr Biscoe!’ ‘Call me Tom. God you women are so funny but I quickly apologize for saying that. It’s what is called not being PC isn’t it?’ ‘Very much so.’ ‘Give me her letter and pass me that felt pen.’ Tom scrawled over the.