"Chris, Ms. Tanner just called. There's a problem. She's running lateand wants to know if we can come over to her office to pick up the check.What do...I tell her?" Uh,..I've sort of got a problem here too. Could you tell her we'll callher right back and then, come into my office."Moments later, Barbara joined Chris and saw his dilemma.Instead of a conservative suit, Chris was holding a pair of white stretchpants and a black leather bustier. Barbara had picked these things as a`joke', matching. Blood spurted from the open wound and spattered the floor and walls. He stood up and looked at his victim with wide open eyes, as if to plead for help. That is when she recognized him; it was the persistent Lieutenant from the tavern. He must have followed her home with the intent of having her charms, with or without her consent. He stumbled to the door and escaped into the hallway, leaving a thick spattering of blood on the walls and floor. He clutched at his gushing neck. He tried to scream. As she did this, her other hand began rubbing her wet cunt and sensitive clit. She was moaning as she frigged herself with the fingers of one hand, while the fingers of her other hand expertly held my nuts down and prodded into my prostate, all the while she was bobbing her pretty face up and down on my cock and moaning like mad. Mom’s head bounced steadily and slowly up and down, damn what an expert she is! She kept her lips snugly hugging my shaft as she went from the head all the way down. His friends were sure the girls would begin dressing more conservatively. But they were quickly stunned to find the twins coming to work in short frilly black dresses and tight blazers over very, very, very low-cut halter tops. Sometimes it was only the blazers and pasties. Their pantyhose was high, black, and sheer. One coworker of his could have sworn he saw one of the twins walking into their boss’s office in a tiny skirt and only a blazer for a top. They were suddenly not so sure to whom.