Talk about passion killing!A hand, with short red painted nails, descend gently but firmly onto each shoulder. "Don't let me stop you" says a voice I ...on't recognise.Puzzled, and frightened for my job, I turn to see who is behind me. Relief floods through me when I see its not a manager, but Rachel the cleaning lady. We've exchanged smiles and glances, but never spoke. I begin to think I can convince her to say nothing, and start to put myself back in my pants. Her right hand leaves my shoulder. Suddenly, he stepped back and pointed to the last dress.“Try that one on and then we can go,” he said regaining his composure. She struggled a bit, getting the tight dress off and then, pulled the last garment over her head. He didn’t seem to be impressed with it.“I not really fond of this one,” he said after quickly giving the last dress the once over. “I like the second one the best. Put it back on along with some matching heels and meet me in the den.” He turned and walked down the hall. ’ I said. ‘That’s what you or I would do. These guys will come in with a truck full of rednecks, and burn the house down. They won’t expect a fucking war,’ Martin said. ‘This is getting way out of hand,’ I admitted. ‘Yeah, but like you said, ‘It’s gonna make great TV.” Martin said it with a laugh. ‘Well it’s time we rattle their cages. Pack everything of any value into your SUV and we will give the bobsy twins the option of following us or running away. Then lets go shake them up a little.. The jar was full. We walked back to the house with the jar still dangling between my legs. I had a grip on it.I sat down where the boys could finish filling another jar of dog cum.Andy and I prepared to have dinner alone after taking a turn in the spa and rinsing me out thoroughly.“I see what you mean about the high testosterone effects. I feel positively fantastic. I don’t know if it was the yogurt, the Ice cream or the milk, but I feel like I am ready to go forever.”“Yes you will feel that.