Part of her, the wicked portion that usually came out only in her erotic dreams about her son, put in a surprise appearance and the wetness between he... legs grew, becoming noticeable even to her assailants. A knowing hand began to rub between her trembling legs, probing her wetness and what it revealed about this charming, well mannered, mature woman. "I think we have a whore on our hands rather than a member of the upper class. Won't our boss be surprised when he sees how wet her cunt. I so wanted someone to fuck me and as the night got later the drink started to take affect so I went home.Johnny was in the living room when I returned “Mam you look drunk”He has always called me mam and I went to hug him for being so sweet. I fell off balance as I bent down towards the sofa and landed on top of him.“Sorry I slipped”I rolled off and sat with him, the slit in my skirt showing my stocking top but I couldn’t care. “I make some coffee for you,” Johnny saidTime he was away, I. " I had to, there is something wrong. And he is the cause of it." Jane pointed a dispassionate finger at the slumped professor."You are correct, will you attend to the others while I check on Ned?"Jane nodded, and returned to the others who cowered in fear having seen their master felled.Hove ran over to Ned and proceeded to rouse him, by delivering stinging slaps to his face. On the third slap Ned grumbled, lifted his head, and from his seated position gazed into Hove's midriff. "Good lord. Wilco, hadn't made a public appearance in years. Some say it's due to an injury that crippled her for life. Others say it was because she was paranoid about people stealing her ingredients. Whatever happened, it was enough to make her close the gates to the factory for good, never allowing anyone to set foot there. That was, until the contest was announced.The news reported that Wendy Wilco had hidden five golden tickets in five different Wilco Bar wrappers. Those who found the tickets would.