"Nice house." He said looking around. "So where's the drinks?" In the basement." I walked over to the heavy metal door and opened it. I walked down a ...ew steps and froze as the door slammed shut. "Oh no!" I ran to the top and tried opening the door, but to no avail."Oh man, it's all my fault huh?!" Joseph said feeling guilty."No, no. I should have told you to hold it open." I tried to stay calm, but I just felt like screaming. Checking my phone, I said, "No signal. What about you?"He took his. At the Pussycat Lounge they spent a long time deciding what to rent. The proprietor promised them that "Talk Dirty to Me" was an oldie but a goodie. It was made before Congress passed some stupid censorship laws about showing oral or vaginal penetration.Stan mixed a pitcher of "purple passions" and laced it with a heavier dose of vodka than usual. Bob did the same at his house. They almost forgot to aim the outside spotlights at the place where Jan would stand. Bob said, "This is going to be. "I jumped in the shower and blew my load as soon my soapy hand touched my cock. "Don't waste time in there," she scolded. Fuck, she was standing there in the bathroom.I finished up and stepped out of the shower to find her gone. I dried off, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I grabbed my bag and went up the stairs to the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, drinking from a steaming mug, with her legs crossed at the ankles. The sunlight from the window behind her made her nightgown. Have to drop Sandra to school and get back to work.”As I was about to take my next step, Carol called me again and said, “Honey. I have to tell you something.”I turned around to look at her. She appeared to be nervous, like a little child guilty of something. “The management has requested us to attend a seminar, so for the next week, I might not come home.”“What seminar?” I asked.“Just the usual. Some norms and regulations and talk about our pay. I hope that’s fine.”“Carol. If you remember, the.