The hardness and the throbbing desire that longs to be inside my volcanic depths.Oh, Uncle Bob! May I kiss the waking giant on his handsome head? May ... kiss him up and down his sides? May I bathe him with my tongue? May I suck him, too?Oh, Uncle Bob! I'm so wet between my thighs! And I'm burning hot, too! Can I take off my panties? Will you kiss my thighs and lick them? Will you suck them? Will you kiss, lick, and suck my sweet virgin pussy?And Uncle Bob, if you were here, I would let you slide. " Yeah? Well, lucky for me you can't afford him. He's done a lot for my business since last summer." This time she looked right at him and smiled.Errol decided it was time to leave. "Thanks for the praise, ladies, but enough is enough. Margie, I'll start on number eleven tomorrow afternoon, if that's okay with you."She caught him in a hug before he could escape. "You keep your own schedule, honey. I'm just please you're here to help out an old fat lady."He kissed her on the forehead. "We're. The perfect crime! I could just say they fell off and that I never saw them. Awesome Girl: mistress of sneaking, defeater of signs, pull-er-off-er of escapes.Cackling to myself, I fled the dormitory filled with sleeping henchgirls, and moved into the corridor outside.So I suppose I should explain a bit about where I am. I'm in the top secret, super hidden base of Mistress Nightshade, evil genius extraordinaire.The other henchgirls and I are her army of loyal minions. Well, loyalish. Fairly. But I cut off my alcohol supply, because I know when to say when. "No Tiffany, I don't hate you" and I promptly dismissed myself and crashed back on the couch. At this point the party is dying down and I can hear subtle noises in the background as people begin to head for the exits. When the last person leaves, and its assumed I'm a goner...I hear...snark comments like "try not to kill her", but I'm sobering up now. After Tiffany locks the door, I hear the most angelic voice I've ever heard in.