My biggest victory was against a certain bozo named Thomas Winston. He’s old money, New England blue blood. Born and raised in affluent Milton, Mass...chusetts. The creep has an expense account the size of Montana, wastes company time fooling around with his Asian secretary, and has committed the most outrageous sin of all, he’s allowed his issues with his soon-to-be-ex-wife Marilyn to render him unproductive. I pointed out how much money we were wasting by keeping him around, and eventually got. "There is no one else here, no one to see. And I did say the Victorianshad their secrets. The horse is not all that it seems to be." Her curiosity was piqued, for the first time that evening she grinned, albeitcautiously. "Well…" "Come on!" he encouraged her, his hand in the small of her back to urge herforward, moving her that final step so that her thighs pressed against theside of the horse. "You could be a child once again, laugh with joy for once,rather than out of disdain." A little. Not only was I drunk, but my jeans and panties were at my ankles. I struggled to get them up, having to sit and hunch them over my ass. I could feel his cum running out, soaking my panties. I groaned. I didn’t remember anything after staring at it right in front of my face. Did I really suck on it and moan? Shit, I was way too drunk. I finally got dressed and staggered to the door. I knew I shouldn’t try to walk home, but I had to get out of there. I walked outside and the cool air and standing. It read 6:47 and his room was dark. "Hello"...he answered in a numb haze of semi-sleep."Hi, honey...did I wake you?"...He recognized the familiar lilting voice of his wife, Margaret."Oh...yeah...ah...jus' a sec..." He tried to shake the sleep from his head and get some semblance of where he was. His watch said 5:50...yep he was an hour behind the time here."Oh...sorry, hun...I guess I dozed off for a bit but it's good you called me to wake me or I might not have woken up...I was so sound.