“My granny’s own recipe”In between sips of tea and mouthfuls of shortbread, I enquired about the “1655” above the door. “Is the building r...ally that old?”“Yes dear! The original walls go back that far. Of course, it has been altered and added to over the years, but yes, the building does date back to 1655.”We chatted for a while before Mrs Hamilton went to attend to the many chores associated with keeping a guest house. “Dinner is at 7 pm, if that is alright with you Miss Graham,” announced my. They cleaned out the cash drawers and then herded the tellers and clerks into the vault. They were getting ready to make their getaway when one of the tellers whispered, “Hey, buddy, would you do me a favor?”One of the robbers said, “What’s on your mind, pal?”“Would you mind taking the books, too? I’m five thousand short.”Offerings had been down the past several Sundays and the preacher decided he had to do something to change the trend. The next Sunday, as the plate was being passed he said.... And it was Sharon who was instigating the latest caper to get Kristie fired before the young graduate even had a chance to get settled in."I don't know about this Sharon," Gwen said, taking a drag on her cigarette, exhaling and then flicking off the ashes. "I mean, not only is the newbie gonna look bad, we're gonna look bad."Sharon shook her head and grinned slyly. She had gathered her flock of saleswomen outside the back of the building, where they went to smoke during lunch. She didn't gather. ..sissy cunt.The realisation that it was still there and still fucking me made megroan, eliciting a chuckle from him. Without ceremony he pulled it outand tossed it onto the floor. Then some fumbling and I heard the tell-tale sound of his zipper going down. Moments later he pressed his hotturgid cock into the crease of my arse."Fucking big, isn't it sissy......twelve inches of manhood," he growled."Yes Officer.....its very big!" I mewled."Want it inside you?" he chuckled knowing full well that.