… Funny.’ Um-hmm,’ I responded, more as a snort than in reply, and then did: ‘Well, I guess … with your dream, you sort of did.’ Martha ...huckled and nodded, and then after moment, she snickered and asked: ‘And that makes it all right, like the first night: Mom and your Dad?’ I had to snort and chuckled, myself, before I agreed: ‘If you want it to, … if you want to. … At least you don’t have to worry about having to tell me … now, … if that was what the dream was about.’ Martha snorted. Hurley." Bobby swept up the papers and paused for a secondto take in the surge of thick brown hair that tossed about as Veronicatwisted back to her computer.Bobby stopped at Shirley's desk. He liked the way she did her makeupand especially how she applied her long false eyelashes. Shirley wasbusy texting on her phone so he could take in her arched eyebrows, longlashes, and blended brown eye shadow without her noticing. Her redfull lips were pursed into a button shape as she tapped on the. " Obviously she had told her mom more details than she admitted to me.On the table next to the bed was the empty drink containers. I had mixed enough to last the weekend. They had finished it all and were drunk beyond belief. Here were the two people I know to be the most straight laced, proper ladies around acting like common sluts. My cock was rock hard and I took it out. Lori looked down to the foot of the bed and said in a slured voice "That's what I need. Get that cock here. Haven't fucked. ..Our meeting started off bad and just got worse. All day your worthless little slut was anxious and nervous that everything should be perfect for my meeting with my future master. When I woke up at 8.00am (45 minutes late I may add) I was rushing to catch up and spilt black coffee over the very white semi transparent blouse I was supposed to wear for our meeting.I had no time to drop it off to be cleaned or anything, the buses were busy resulting in me being an hour late at work, luckily my.