I knew I had no alternative and looked at the floor before saying a simple “ok.” She sneered and said “Good boy Phil. Right decision” in a...far more sarcastic tone than I could ever manage as she got up, pulled a chair out to the middle of the room, and sat down. “Tell your secretary no calls and no interruptions Phil. Believe me you won’t want her coming in for the next hour.” She smiled, self-assured, forceful, in control, yes definitely in charge. I phoned my secretary, and then. As it subsided Eva said,“No more, you’re getting too rough Tom.”Tom didn’t apologise, instead he got another beer bottle and put it upside down over her clit. One hand was fucking her with a bottle and the other was moving her clit around inside the other bottle and pressing it down all around the base of her clit.Those 2 movements were too much for Eva and she had yet another orgasm during which her arms buckled and she collapsed on the floor.“Want more?” Were the only words that she heard. Lin lived in a small apartment, which only seemed smaller when you are 9’10. Because of the low ceiling he had to walk bowed.“Please sit,” Lin said and pointed at a two seater couch in the living room.As Johnny carefully sat down in the middle of it, the couch creaked dangerously, him filling it completely. Johnny smiled thinking of the couch that should be plenty big enough for two people, but barely fitted him.“What am I doing here Lin,” he asked as she handed him a bottle of beer. The bottle. And once again it was that bitch Rosie Devlin and her asshole brother Brian who did it.Rosie had stayed out of our way over the past couple of years. Her daddy's farm went bust because nobody fucking liked him and wouldn't sell him the right equipment. He ended up trying to do everything by hand and he apparently didn't have a clue how to farm properly, so all his crops failed and he ended up reselling the land and moving into Vancouver. He was now operating a pawn shop downtown with his wife,.