Unfortunately it was obvious there was little they could do presently. "The food contain beetroot. You will need to soak those leggings in water immed...ately unless you want permanent stains," Maria said. Ronja breathed deeply and nodded.A short while later she was at the toilet with the leggings in her hand. The beetroot had not left much stains and she hoped that the washer could take care of the rest. Now it was just to figure out how to deal with the issue that she had a very short dress and. Damn, she hadn't done this in years. She rocked back and forth. The stool creaked, but not so loudly that anyone was going to hear it over the sounds from the TV.She stared into the distance and imagined Ron between her legs; his slim hips pounding that magnificent cock between her cunt lips. That was what she needed, not her husband's puny, half-limp dick. She rocked against her hand, thinking about Ron. It was almost all she could do not to run into the workroom and rape the boy. But what if. I just prayed that no-one from myformer workplace was there this evening. To my relief we were quickly shown toour table and so would not have been spotted by anyone I would have known.However, Faith must have recognised someone as she sentme to the bar to buy her a drink. I walked as I had been taught to the bar andspoke my order in a soft tone to the barman. It was then that I realisedthat the gentleman standing next to me was my old boss. He looked me deep inthe eyes before. Herbs cock was hard. Blondie couldnt wait to have it in her. They sat on the couch and talked for a few minutes. Herb groped Blondies pussy and tits though the robe that had opened a little. Blondie had loosened Herbs pants and removed his big hardon. While talking, Trudy came in, wearing only her see though teddy. Hi, Herb. Trudy smiled. I see you are ready for some fun. Trudy stated when she spied his hardon in her mothers hand. Why, yes. Herb replied as he looked at the young girls.