I saw Sean working two fingers into her backside, getting her ready for Butts.“Here it comes you slut.” Sean was definitely more aggressive tonigh.... He picked up Butts and smeared more lube on him. He started to push him into her arse. A steady pressure with no let up. Stacy must have opened up as Butts suddenly slipped in right up to the jewelled cap. “There you go. You like a plug up the arse, don’t you?”I could just see Stacy nodding.Sean reached for me. No lube required as I slid straight. " What has that got to do with it? Just what is the job?" Personal assistant." You are probably right then. I haven't done any typing since high school." Personal assistants don't type; I have secretaries for that stuff." What does a personal assistant do?" Waits on me hand and foot. She takes care of all the little odds and ends that tend to clutter up an already too busy schedule. Follows along behind me with a pad and pen to make notes, reminds of appointments and meetings, sees to it that. She stared out the window dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.(Bill)Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament treaty. That is unless you already have a hot date lined up?”“I do now!” Brian said with a grin, “What time would you like me to come over to your place?”“Why don’t you come over about 6:00? That will give me time to freshen up after work and feed the cats so that we won’t be interrupted,” I replied.“Sounds good,” Brian said. He hesitated and then he asked, “So, are you going to tell your sister what your Friday night plans are?”“Of course not! I couldn’t tell her what we are going to do!” I.