" As he said that he rose up and pushed her on her back and ran his hand downward, gliding slowly between her thighs. He dipped a finger in between he... pussy lips and felt the wetness there. "I can see that sucking my cock has had some effect, Nora. We can't let that go to waste, can we?" Her only response was to moan a little and spread her legs wider. He moved downward in the bed. She saw what he was preparing to do and said, "Oh, Sir, yes, yes..." He placed his head between her thighs and. "Can I talk to him, please?" she asked, very politely."Mr. Merriweather, this is Lucinda Belevere." I expected her to say 'of the Fox Avenue Beleveres', but she didn't. "Chris was just a little confused by the fraction in what you said."There was a pause while she listened."I think that's great, but it'll have to be his decision ... hold on." And she handed me back the phone. "Chris, that amount is three seven five with five zeros after it."Mrs. B. had come out of the kitchen now too, and was. It must have been happy hour or the bartender thought I was cute,either way it was strong enough to peel the rust off of a battleship and way too tasty to just have one. So I ordered another,and another,before long I felt myself needing to piss like a racehorse. I came back the bar a few minutes later and finished my drink,while my straw searched in earnest for the last drops of sweet booze I felt a massive kick..oh shit someone spiked my drink...I awoke to the clamor of cheer and yells,the bar. My office is one of the nicest rooms in the lake house. Obviously, it was once the domain of Robert Darlingshire, but I've now turned it into my own. The girls are forbidden to enter without permission. I soon began sitting at the big desk and writing the outline of what I hope will someday be my attempt at the great American novel. But every Thursday afternoon at one o'clock, Dee knocks at the door and I let her in. She enters with eyes downcast. I immediately order her to look into my eyes,.