'Is that offer still on?' she asked puzzling me.Quickly remembering the drink I answered 'Of course. It'll be my pleasure. Come on in.'Ann followed me...to the kitchen and as I opened the wine she told me why she looked so down.'John has just rung to say he is going to be late. Again.'I said little as Ann talked about her marriage and how since the pregnancy was confirmed they'd drifted apart.'It's as if I'm a different person.' She complained. 'He hasn't touched me for three months, not even a. I pull myself back up with the pole in hand. I lock eyes with you - guy in the black suit - and stroke the pole like I would stroke your big dick straining to get out of those pants. Your eyes pop as I lick the pole with my tongue - up and down, up and down - long, smooth licks. I twirl my alluring body around the pole a few times to get your head spinning, before I lower my thong, slipping it down over my stilettos. I see you move closer. Falling to my knees again, I slither towards you and. And do you know what, I could barely see his willy, it was almost an innie like his belly button.I managed to keep a straight face though, and said all innocent like “What do you want me to do, sir?”Oh yes, I had to call him sir.“Well, I you need to service me, like the good serving wench you claim to be.”Now, I have to say at this point that I don’t believe I ever claimed to be a serving wench, good or not, but I knew that to claim otherwise at that point would be a bad idea, a very bad idea.. ‘Bravo, bravo.’ The two looked over to see the man in white once again. Number Two rolled off, fixing his mask. Anna rolled off and cowered behind him. ‘Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.’ Number Two turned and held her in his arms. He gave her a big hug and then kissed her gently. Then, he set her away from him and walked out through the door. The man in white smiled at her and then opened the door again. The other man in white came in carrying a tray of food. She realized it was her.