He told me that the regional sales manager had come into town and wanted to meet me at the office. We agreed that I would be there at three o'clock.I ...asn't worried. Our sales—I considered Holly a partner on everything we did—were going through the roof and we were putting in a lot of hours. A month earlier, Holly had written up ten suggestions to change our software to meet customer requests. She told me that she asks each customer to give her a wish list of things they would like our program. "Did a bomb just now go off in here?! If so it was a bad one, it only took out the wall."There was a very large hole in the wall where his bed used to be and the bed was now a pile of heavily burnt and damaged kindling.But Dusty was without his towel and he was standing there on display as naked as the day he was born.Lori might have appreciated the view if she wasn't staring stunned at the huge hole. It was an irregular eight foot hole in the wall of Dusty's room. She could see the stones were. We talked for an hour about fantasies, experiences and how we would get the plan in motion. The place started to fill up and he asked if I wanted to head back to his house and work on our planning. I knew what he had in mind, I could read it in his face. I willingly went, I had to see his magnificent cock to make sure it was the right one.He stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a six pack. We arrived at his house and we ended up in the living room. As we sat on the couch enjoying our beer, our. Apparently my audience was at an end. I would have questioned him further, but I was listening to something else. Something far off in the distance. It was a chorus of harsh voices that was slowly coming closer. I listened, trying to make out the words, and the inn keeper suddenly turned back over, listening intently as well. There was a look of trepidation on his face. ‘Through the gloom of the night we go! Under the boughs of the elms we creep! With burning brands and sharpened blades, dirty.