There was dessert, or maybe I should say more dessert, and I just let Asim do the talking. He had a lot to say, especially about luxury hotels, sports...cars, horses, falcons, girls in clubs he’d met and his family. People like to talk about themselves, so I let him. When he asked about me, I could keep it very simple: I was Reginald Carstairs, I served Caroline Keller and managed parts of her business empire and I liked going to museums. He loved hearing my thoughts on what I’d seen at the. Here I was worried about her virtue, and all she could do was make fun of me. But, she still wasn't done. "I'm quite certain Daddy would give me the father look and say, 'Sherrie, my little baby-girl. If Brian wants to bust your tiny, tight, and untouched rectum, then suck it up, hold your tongue, and whatever you do, don't fart on him when he licks your anus. It's gross, and men hate it when their girlfriends fart in their faces.'"You caught me, Brian. That's exactly how our talk is going to. Zack knew he wouldn't be so lucky if and when Rebecca took a turn; not to mention some of the other women who seemed happy to take out their hatred of Miranda on him.“Deeper, slut!” Sasha yelled, grabbing the back of his head with both hands and pushing her purple monster deeper down his throat.Zack sputtered and gagged on the fat rubber phallus, wet glomming sounds escaping from his stretched lips as Sasha began fucking his face steadily. His arms pulled uselessly on their bindings, his legs. “Why would it mess up our friendship, Bob? Is what you do illegal?” I said.“Parts of my job are, Gary. But, I want to get out of the house so bad, I’m willing to take a chance,” Bob said.Chuckling, I said, “You don’t have to kill anyone, do you?”Shaking his head, Bob laughed and said, “No. I don’t have to do anything like that. It’s just weird, that’s all.”“Why is it weird? What do you have to do? How bad can serving drinks be?” I said.By this time, we’d finished our beers. I felt a buzz.