’ The best that even Anne could come up with was a quiet, ‘Oh.’ ‘Yes, ‘Oh.’ Come on, sit down.’ Once Anne was seated properly on his vis...tor’s chair – comfortable, but low – Ken went on, ‘It doesn’t matter to me what you do in your private life. In fact, I still don’t know what you do. Just that you, Stan and this Denise are all involved together. Provided you three don’t let it become an issue here, I don’t see a problem.’ ‘You mean… but I’ve only just given you the proposal.’ ‘Yes. But I. Rachel pulled futilely at herbonds and struggled beneath him. He ignored her feignedprotest as Rachel felt the lubricant being applied to herhole. He eased forward and with a swift motion was in her.She hadn't expected him to do that and her musclesinvoluntarily clinched around his cock. "You're my little slut, aren't you?" He asked. Rachel shook her head side to side and renewed herstruggling. "Fuck the little whore." She heard Charlotte say fromthe other side of the room. Rachel's head. "We'll make it work. Don't worry. Hey, worse case, I'll stay here til you graduate. Then we can go together."I stared at him. "Fuck no."He raised his eyebrows. He was only trying to lift one, but they both lifted anyway. "Come again?" Fuck no." I said clearly. "You ain't skippin' college 'cause uh me. Hell no." I looked away from him. "'Sides, how you gonna get married, you can't get rid uh me for uh year." Who say's I can't." He gave me a gentle shove. "Anyhow, I wouldn't marry uh woman, came. . my balls," Charlottestammered."And I just tape the rest underneath."It was just bizarre. Charlotte was standing millimetres from a man whodespised her but had his hand under her skirt, caressing her knickerswhile she explained the art of tucking and taping."Show us," Wayne Jenkins called out."Yeah... show us!" Steven Belfour-Brown followed suit."Well Charlotte dear... show them." Robert breathed heavily into herear.He took his hand from under her skirt and turned her to face his.