Len’s wife, after sleeping with an inestimable number of bar customers, male and female, had finally gone to live with one of them, a young stud ten...years younger than her, poor sod. And the bar had been sold to a rich Greek called Tony Vassilikos. He kept the name ‘Len’s Bar’ and took over where Len left off, banging bar girls and customers at every opportunity. But he was a single man, and had no complications to think about of the kind Len had.Some other minor things had changed, but not. ‘Belle, look at Carrie’s rack.’ I hissed. I knew that Belle not only enjoyed men, but had a certain predisposition towards shapely women as well. She leaned close. ‘I know. She’s cold too.’ We giggled. On my right, my hand crept up Sally’s thigh. I turned my head forward and looked at Carrie, purposefully, slowly, mouthed the word ‘tits’. Carrie caught my eyes and wrinkled her delicate eyebrows. To Belle, I said ‘Think she knows we’re staring at her tits?’ I felt Sally’s hand on mine, but I. I couldn't resist grinning at that, momentarily forgetting my situation. "Sure," I answered, taking the cup he offered, "Maybe they've already gotten to it." However, if they had, I certainly couldn't taste it. As I sipped at my punch, I slowly looked around and spotted the people on the dance floor. I glanced towards Aaron, realizing that I was really going to have to get things going if I wanted to... well, get things done before midnight. "Let's dance," I announced, grabbing Aaron's arm and. “ Well I have some work for you, if you do it satisfactorily I will see to it that you are out of this mess” She said.“What do you want me to do?” I asked. “Well… nothing much…I am sure you will love the job I am going to assign you” She said and started to walk into the house asking me to follow her.We were now in the first floor and soon we entered a huge room, which I supposed belong to Mrs. Dass. “Just wait here…I will be back” she said and vanished. The room was beautifully furnished and.