Man... doing?" she asked, using her best imitation of a breathy Marilyn Monroe wishing JFK a happy birthday.I looked up at her suspiciously, blinking...to bring her into focus."Hmgfhumf." Really? That good, eh?" Hmph." I know what you mean, sweetheart. I hadn't realized tomorrow was paper recycling day either." Oh, son of a..."Before I could complete the oath, she plastered her lips to mine, playfully opening her mouth wide to trap the vowels, narrow enough to catch the consonants.I soon stopped. The rubber corset looked fantastic, it was nice and tight, the cups were open but lifted your tits up in the most provocative way, it had been specially cut so that the bottom gently hugged your arse but left your pussy almost completely exposed, the black stockings attached to the garters made you look and feel bloody good. Not bad for 55 you thought. Over the top you d****d an almost transparent long black gown. The vision in the mirror was stunning, your prominent nipples were poking through. " No, but I still make the decisions around here, though, Becky." Shut the fuck up, and kiss her now," Becky ordered her, turning me around too. "And feel your boss's jugs too, Jill," she told me, putting them on her rack. "They won't bite." It's alright, Jill," Sarah assured me, enveloping her arms around me. "People love to hate the things they shouldn't love, but do," she reminded me, before kissing me. "Just like kissing your hussy boss, right?" Yes, Sarah," I groaned, before kissing her. " Do you understand, woman?" I asked without moving my sword a millimeter."Yes, you bastard. Yelp." Since I did not move my sword, her talking made my sword go deeper into her skin."I shall return, and the lot of you had better be ready, I would hate to have to pay to bury your whole family." I removed my sword and sheathed it. "Meri? Toss the men over there a couple of pennies, and have them bury the pig before he starts blocking traffic." I mounted, and waited for her to do so also.As soon as.