" I've got some stuff," Susie said. "I'll get it. Hey, Ricky, go into thatcloset and pull out the white rug," she told him, and he was curious justwha... she'd want a rug for. It was rolled up, long, and decently heavy, buthe had little problem carrying it on his shoulder even in his heels. Susiecame back to the couch carrying a big bowl of dried fruit, setting it onthe table. "All right, Ricky, roll it over us," she told him, and heunderstood immediately. This long rug was to be used as a group. Brand reached for his water glass, listening politely to the Lady, suddenly his hand jerked and his glass tipped over. A footman came over and dabbed at the spreading water, leaving quickly after a glare from Brand. Brands Grandfather gave him a look and leaned over to say something when Brand suddenly wiggled in his chair almost sliding under the table, his hands under the table cloth. The old gentlemen raised an eyebrow at his grandson. "Are you quite all right?" Brand gritted his teeth and. She would mostly read her romance novels and sunbathe in the back yard. Although I didn't like the way she invaded my life and tried to change my name, I did enjoy watching her lay out in the sun. I would position myself on the couch to appear as though I were watching TV. She was much more entertaining than anything on the three channels of TV. I would rub my hand over my dick while watching her slender body glisten in the sun. Beads of sweat formed on her chest and belly. The sliding glass. It was December 19th, and I was so pissed I never even clocked him as he walked past us humping like a pair of bunny rabbits, up against his wall.I had been drinking since I had entered the office, and the whole day was turned over to boozing, groping and having our genitalia photocopied and passed around the office and personal emailing listing.What I was engaging in was the apex to a day of letting ones hair down, a bit of office shagging with someone from the 'Accounts department', the only.