Once I was satisfied I made my way downstairs. “It needed to be cleaned,” I informed him, standing behind him as he looked over the living room. ...��I have not been doing my job around here well enough, so I needed to catch up today.” “Your job?” he asked, turning around and seeing me for the first time in who knows how long. The look on his face was full of surprise but also something else that I could not make out. “Elaina, you look..” “Do I look good daddy,” I asked him, turning myself. Some of the people around them were groping each other and joining in with the sexual debauchery, most of them were encouraging Melissa to fuck the boss stupid. It was exactly what she was doing. Like a crazed nymphomaniac. I couldn’t believe her stamina, she repeatedly lifted her bum up and down, each time sinking on his long cock; her hands resting on his chest as she shook her head from side to side. Then, without warning, she screamed loudly, “You fucker. You gorgeous little fucker,”. It didn’t matter what everyone else who auditioned for their frontman spot sounded like. They were going to pick her. As for George the band’s virtuoso drummer, he had all he could do to keep a straight face. He had seen the stunned look on his best friend’s face as well as the pissed off vibe his twin b*****r was giving off. George knew it was up to him to do the introductions. Meanwhile Kara was just glad she found the place. But when she spotted the bright Marque out front with the name. Seeing his blank expression, she smiled widely in disbelief. ‘I gotta turn in my paper! Oh my God! Are we really having this conversation right now?’ Greg didn’t bat an eye at her protests. ‘So what? You can still turn it in. Look we got ten minutes, right? Plenty of time.’ He grinned. ‘I’ll be quick. I promise. C’mon, Rach, no big deal.’ Rachel set her jaw and stared back at him in exasperation. Washe really going to keeping pushing it? She grinned again sarcastically. ‘Oh! You’ll be ‘quick’?.