.. I'm having a bad night here and I'm very new to all this. Brand new actually. Help me out of this mess and I'll let you buy me a coffee and tell yo... all about it. How 'bout it?" Any more kicking and I'll feed you to Hanns. He's a trained killer." I told her in a light voice followed with a laugh. "Hold tight and I'll have you out in a second."I was true to my word and in a couple of seconds she was sitting in my hearth... once again cursing me with all her considerable vocabulary."Shit! Now. Behind her was a Goth chick and one of the black girls, each carrying a pitcher. "How about a Bloody Mary?" Aunt Betty asked. Somebody turned on a real, honest to God lamp so I could see more than the light coming from the doorway afforded."Yeah, that would be nice -- but water, first." I studied the breakfast. Scrambled eggs (I liked mine over easy, but... ) done with bacon (a plus!) and raisin toast, buttered (I'd have gone dry). "This is nice..." You'll pay for it," Aunt Betty told me,. Smith was a beautiful thirty-years-old woman. She had long black hair and big tits. I guessed her tits were about 36D. She was taller than I was and had long sexy legs. However, the best thing in Mrs. Smith was her curvy huge ass. Sometimes I wondered if Mr. Smith fucks her wife in her ass too. Tonight, after putting their kid to sleep in his bed, I was watching TV in the living room. I got a phone call from Mr. Smith, and he told me that they might get a little late as they were going to watch. So before someone else noticed, I decided to do the honest thing and stop the meeting yet again.Now things were starting to get serious as it looked like we were going to go way beyond schedule. To make matters worse, our little “J”, our product tester was going back to school next week so that meant starting at the beginning trying to “calibrate” a new tester. And like before, despite yet another round of tests we couldn’t find the problem.So the weekend passed and now it was just Marlene,.