I didn't know if he would run to tell my women what I was doing or not, but if he valued his job, he'd keep his mouth shut.I found Betty seated in fro...t of my desk, her face in her hands, and I could hear the soft sounds of her sobbing. I quickly closed the gap, and placed my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. She cried into my shoulder for a few minutes, getting it nice and wet as I patted her back, trying to figure out something to say."You probably think I'm crazy," she finally said. ‘Hello sir,’ Master said ‘my girl and I just wanted to stop by and personally thank you for your assistance while we were here. Your recommendation for the restaurant was excellent, the limo and the tickets to the play likewise excellent. We appreciate your help very much.’ ‘It is quite all right, Sir, it is all part of our service,’ the concierge said. ‘Still my good man, I am not in a habit of letting good service go unrewarded. My girl here also would like to thank you for your exemplary. We ate and drank some more, and I was getting drunker that I normally do. I was very horny."Can we go back to your place?' I asked Chip."My roommates may be there," he replied.I said, "If it doesn't bother you, I'm fine with it." The ride back to his apartment took about thirty minutes, It was cooler, and the ride was refreshing. We pulled up to this two family house near a local college, Chip and two of his friends rent the bottom floor and two guys rent the top. His roommates were home, which. I looked at them once and they just humbled me with that predator glare. Not a word. Not a god damn word and the first thing he did was walk away, out of the kitchen and into another room. So I followed him. The first thing he said was, 'Do you do poppers?' I did, but only as a teen. I didn't know this stuff makes you into a horny and willing slut, ready to do anything. 'Yeah,' I mumbled, still not daring to eyeball this man, still not ready what the poppers, and him, were gonna do to me. He.