"You two are terrible teases," he sighed shaking his head."No, we are very good teases," Fobie said again with a giggle. Suddenly she looked somber an... both of them walked over to him again entwining themselves around him and laying their heads against his chest."You already own our souls and our bodies," Deimie said softly without looking up. "We know you desire us and that makes us happy, but tonight is Makro's night; tomorrow will be ours. We know it is terrible to leave you wanting like. He sits down in front of her and tells the bartender to bring him a diet coke.He asks her, "What are you drinking?" A diet coke sounds good."He motions to the bartender to bring two of them. He waits until the bartender goes back behind the bar.Then he asks her, "I am hoping you aren't going to say anything."She laughs, "I wouldn't worry about it. I actually came to your tiny town to take care of that gentleman. There is a problem though." What would that be?" You didn't kill him. You see I. " No Mr. Derrelli. I was just going to go to the food court and get myself a quick sandwich. I can still do that after I'm done."The older woman who worked the cash register in that department shook her head when she saw the young girl following their boss back towards his office. The disapproving look wasn't because she thought that he would actually try anything sexual with her. It was because she knew that he was just taking advantage of her and using her to do something that he didn't want. He’s more of a tease than anything. The last time I was there he drove me to the point of going mad, I mean absolutely fucking postal. He invited me over and told me he’d behave, I foolishly trusted him. After he had gotten me undressed, he began to spank my arse. Once his hand got sore, he resorted to using a slipper. What a fucking weirdo! Then he began stroking my cock. “Finally,” I thought, “I’m going to come; maybe I can get something useful from this git.” Again and again he’d bring me.