And then I learned how much work it was to put on a social event. There were a lot of things to keep in mind, and I had to learn them.I wasn't very go...d at it, so soon I was moved to something else. I became the Assistant House Manager, where we ordered in food, paid the bills, and so on. This I liked, especially because I had to learn how to deal with the personalities I encountered. I'd thought the job would be straightforward, but dealing with the cook who was having one of those days was a. Her voice sent a chill up my spine when she coldly asked, “Do you know why you're here, Mr. Renard?” She spoke the words in the same way a hanging judge would declare a guilty verdict.I shook my head gingerly in reply to the question and more bombs exploded between my ears.She lowered her head slightly and eyeballed me. “I love my job, Mr. Renard. And make no mistake; I am the absolute best at it.”My fight or flight instinct kicked in, a sudden rush of adrenaline cleared my vision and set off. That weekend she called him early on Saturday morning to ask him whether or not he still thought she had the sweetest tasting pussy he'd ever known. He told her that his memory had started failing him recently, probably due to his advanced age, and that to be completely honest, it had been so long since he'd tasted it, he honestly couldn't remember. She then asked him whether he could perhaps take something to help his memory problem, like Ginkgo Biloba or something. He paused for awhile and. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy’s crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion. “Thanks and bye, Aunt Manya”, said the boy as he left the place, leaving a shell shocked, lewdly exposed Manya with her son and his best friend. Deen felt she looked like she would be raped any minute by just about anybody, man or beast in that state and attire. The intense sexual repercussions of.