He lifted me up off the seat and turned me round to face the wall. Moving behind me he whispered, ‘Im going to give you what I should have given her...�� and I felt him tugging at my trousers and boxers, pulling them down and revealing my bare arse. He kicked my feet apart and pushed me forward over the toilet. I heard him spit on his hand and then felt him rubbing it between my bum cheeks, his fingers smearing his spit round my tight hole. He did this a few times and then I felt the head of his. It was then that I realized what he was getting!My husband's promotion to director, had a price, and the price was me! And I thought that Dr. Andrade did this by being a good man who recognized the value of my husband!He told me to sit in the chair that could be my husband, in the closed room, just me and him. He held my hand and asked, again, you would do whatever was necessary to promote it? I was red, angry, disappointed, angry, finally, I was half lost. He began to enumerate the advantages. The one thing from this world I would call perfect, which I find impressive for… monkies? Is that hate speech, I don’t mean it in any sense of negativity though. Oh, I am probably over thinking things, but coffee technology has evolved so much in the past centuries, and I am quite happy for it. The true dark ages for me where before you could make good coffee in minutes.If I am ever permitted to go home, I bet I would be the toast of the town for showing them this remarkable brew. Assuming they. Besides, I liked Hamish. He was a great lad.He now had his coat on, and was ready to go out. As we went through the hall, I grabbed my jacket. It still smelt a little bit of the previous evening's chip shop visit, but a brief outing in the fresh air would probably cure that.We let ourselves out of the flat, went down the stairs and into the street. We found ourselves in the shadow of the terrace, so crossed over the road to get away from it and into the sunshine. There was only a little bit of.