He closed the door again and, as the lights came up, he began an inspection.At one turning, he saw what appeared to be a pane of clear glass. Someone ...as moving behind the glass. When he got closer, he realized it must be some sort of trick mirror, for it was obvious that the weeping and wildly gesticulating nude Lady Margaret had no idea that he was there. The nude Irish maid was screeching at Lady Margaret. Suddenly, her temper boiling, the girl picked up a broad leather belt and began. "ooh - not interrupting am I"Shit. I'd missed the 5 minute knock. Grabbing the rest of my costume, cock bobbing in front of me I dashed up the stairs, arranging costume bits as I went, and without a second to spare charged onto the stage as my cue was spoken. "My leige..."I have no idea if the audience noticed the state I was in. Some must have seen the bulge still in my pants, but I regained some composure, and made it to the end of the show. Carol had left me a note. "So sorry. I don't. .. startled from his reverie. Then, as the room rocked withshocked laughter, he tried to correct himself. "I mean the rest ofthe white area ... up there ..." It was no use. Everyone in the roomknew where his mind had actually been. Crystal laughed good-naturedly with the rest of theexecutives. "I think I've thrown enough detail at you gentlemen for oneday," she said easily. "The 1100 will automate your payroll,personnel records, inventories, billings, collections, technicaldata, reports from. Doesn't that just make you want to smash your fist into a wall?" Not a all, no. I took a deep breath, hoping that when I spoke, I could keep from betraying my emotions. It wasn't easy. I winced a little with each cough or gag my mother made. Pat wasn't receiving a blowjob from her. He was fucking her mouth and her throat. Rather aggressively. "What do you want?" I asked. "Honestly, I don't really know," he said. With one hand, he gave my mother's hair a sharp tug. She squealed. Or tried to..