Without looking up from milking her left breast into a waiting customer's cup, the massively endowed barista thanked Lilly for her patronage.Returning...to her office, Lilly sneered at Amber, the front receptionist. "Amber, how many times do you have to be told? This is a place of business, not a strip club."Surprised by the fact Lilly had even talked to her, the receptionist made a bumbling effort to pull her low cut top over her ample chest which rivaled Lilly's own. Where Lilly's was natural,. "That looked interesting." 'C-c-cause there m-m-might be s-s-something b-b-better on," she said."How will you know?" asked Bob. "You never stop long enough to actually find out what a show is about."She ignored him. He lay back on the bed and covered his eyes with one arm. The static of the changing sounds was a cadence in his ears, until suddenly there was silence."Not going to watch anything?" he asked, his eyes still covered."Wh-wh-what d-d-do you th-th-think this m-m-might b-b-be about?". Again, I catch him looking at my tits and smiled, letting him know I knew where he was looking. We walked into my little kitchen. I reached up for a glass, knowing he was still looking at my ass. I opened the refrigerator, bending over, feeling my jeans straining at my ass and could almost feel his eyes on me as I took out the bottle of white wine, poured both of us a glass and handed one to him. I held up my glass to his and we clicked glasses. “Cheers!” I said, smiling at him. I took a sip. "Good God! Beverly, Margaret, all of you. Come quickly. There's something wrong with Jenny and Veronica."We bundled out of the drawing room to meet Jenny and Vee as they staggered through the split farmhouse door. I was stunned at their exhausted mud spattered state and their helpless nudity."What in God's name has happened to you two?" demanded Margaret.Poor Vee was on the point of collapse and she sagged against the large kitchen table. Jacky and Cye rushed to support her and helped her down.