I do acknowledge I was bored. Currently I was almost enjoying an almost private viewing of "Only the pain is real" a new film that got its NC-17 ratin... honestly. Violence and sex combined with a startlingly good story!And the tartlets were hot and dressed (seldom) to titillate.Thirty minutes into the film a lone white female wandered in and sat in back. I was middle center so it still seemed he was alone.Ten minutes later a black male entered took one look at the female and stood next to her.. They're my customer so it's my responsibility, not yours."We got home and Bozo must have smelled the chicken because he followed us into the kitchen, his nose in the air. He was quite disappointed when I put it in the oven to keep it warm.Posie and Laurie greeted each other as if it had been weeks instead of just over an hour. Jack and I paid some attention to both dogs so that neither would feel slighted."Ready to make cranberry sauce?" Yes." Good. Put Posie down and let's wash your hands."I. Another grunt comes from abovefollowed by some unintelligible love-talk. Her mouth continues toengulf his manhood with sloppy sounds of sucking and breathing."AArrgh!" her husband screams out blasting jets of white cream all overher face and hair as she attempts to aim the hose towards her chest. Afew droplets fall onto my own chest leaving a tingly, warm feelingwhere they fall. Helen cries out in passion as her hands slap and rubalong the outside of her large breasts. Before my eyes, and I. I unlocked the door to my little office, turned on the lights and crossed the floor to my desk.I like my desk. It is black metal with a nice wooden top. It has three drawers on one side and two larger ones on the other. It is just the right height for me, too. The black leather office chair is newer and much more comfortable than the old one I had. I turned on the coffee maker and sat in my chair as it growled and hissed, enjoying the aroma of the dark roast as it wafted through the office.I.