If you would prefer something different….’ ‘No…no, Chablis would be great.’ ‘You’ll be an escort for a very popular broadcaster tonight,...Mrs….erm….Rachel. At least, he’s popular in his own country, but I soon hope to make his name known over here. Bernardo Martine, from South America.’ ‘Is that what I am, Sir Hartley?’ enquired Rachel. ‘An escort?’ ‘Well…erm…in a manner of speaking. It simply means you’re here to make the evening more companionable. This is a social occasion and I don’t plan on. "Derek paused in shock. But the pause angered Nils, who swung back then slapped Derek hard across the face, knocking Derek off the bed and onto the bedroom floor at Nils' feet. "Do it, bitch!"Derek did not pause again. He quickly stripped off his shoes, socks, shirt, undershirt and jeans. Nils gave Derek a dirty look, and Derek immediately stripped off his underwear, as well. He now was naked before two college studs who he for months worshipped from afar. Fearing he would be hit again, Derek. Ashley smoothed his skirts, and sat with all the practised feminineexpertise he could muster, despite the close proximity of his friend. Hecrossed his legs prissily at the thigh, and sat, his manicured hands inhis aproned lap.The boss entered the room confidently, momentarily delayed whilst hehung up his cap in the hall. Even Miss Grace called him the boss. Ashleythought he'd once or twice heard her call him Arthur, but only when shethought they were alone.He was probably about the same age as. And Mom. I still could not imagine her naked and hot under Uncle Bert. I wished my sisters were in town. Since hearing Uncle Bert had fucked all three of them, I knew I would see them in a new way, too.Mom knew Andy was my special woman, but, after dinner that first night, she said, “Lisa called. She would like to see you.” Andy showed no response but she had been programmed not to be jealous.“Lisa? What did she say?” I asked innocently.“She said she missed you and wanted to see you,” Mom.