" She looks at me. "I would offer you a cooked breakfast but I am not allowed in the kitchen." Would you like a cooked breakfast?" I ask her."When Jen...y is here we normally have eggs of some sort." "What sort?" I ask."Poached or fried. Boiled sometimes." "Not scrambled?" Jenny is not keen on scrambled egg." He laughs. "But only because they never come out right." Would you like scrambled egg?" "I would." He says sounding very surprised. "Are you going to make it?" I grin at him and nod. I get. "Oww!" Laura cried. She had obeyed, why had she been punished again?"I done told you baby, answer me and do it right and call me Mistress or ma'am, my little girlie cunt." "Yes, I-I've eaten c-c-cunt ma'am!" Laura struggled to get the words out. Yes, she had licked a woman's vagina before, but she didn't do it because she wanted to. They sort of just expected it and she felt she owed it to them. But, having to say eat cunt, made it seem like she had wanted to do it. Made it sound as if she were. Bob and I have some things to talk over privately. We can do that at his house." Okay." Ronnie drew it out into a long complaint consisting of more than four letters.When they parked Bob was further reminded of Ronnie's behavior when she took Nick's hand and tugged him toward her house, saying, "Come on!"But he was distracted when his own hand was taken and Julie said. "Let's go see this amazing doorknocker."Less than a minute later, Bob stood watching Julie stare at the huge pair of brass. Perhaps it was after they had been working together for 18 months or so. She was in her late 50s, but he didn’t know her age. All the other secretaries were in their 20s making Jenny different and less popular with the younger guys on the team. She had had a hard life to this point with a disastrous first marriage and a long spell as carer for her mother who had died a couple of years ago now. All of this had taken its toll and could be seen in her tired lines. She had recently married.