Wyler told him. “You can clean up now. I will see you in the morning.”“Yes, Sir, Jody replied, his mind still processing the events of the eveni...g with a smile.Jody spent a restless night and didn't sleep well at all. His mind kept replaying the events of the previous night; making Mrs. Francis cum with his mouth and tongue, her making him shoot his cum on Perda's face, and, most exciting of all, finally getting to see his employer's large cock. Just thinking about it gave Jody morning wood so. I grin like the evil witch that I am because I know that she will make more mistakes; many more! Satisfied with the table I sit down and bid her bring me my plate of food. I taste the wine and it is crisp and cold. She brings a warm plate of shrimp fettuccini alfredo and places it in front of me. It smells divine, and I command her to her knees beside me. I begin to eat, and direct her to kiss and lick my shoes. She attacks my shoes with the true passion of a submissive, and I sigh as I. My name is Louie and my friends called me Lew but my real name was Lewis which I really hate and never use. Ronnie was also officially dubbed at birth Veronica which sounds a lot classier than plain old Ronnie, but was too close for comfort to a popular cartoon character with dubious moral standards and sexy clothing. We both belonged to the P.A.L. because it was the only club in our less than snazzy neighborhood in downtown Manhattan. Our Uncle was a bigwig Police Department mucky-muck but he. And adding that the weekend has finally arrived, freeing us from the chains of work and putting us in the mood to have fun on this seemingly typical Friday night, we travel far across town to a respectable bar establishment. A local band is performing tonight and we figure to hear some nifty beats. And although it’s not an exceptionally popular hangout, the bar does have music on the weekends and a floor large enough for dancing. When at last we get to the place, we sit down at the bar and then.