"Why not, this is my house, my garage and my flat," she said, entering my small space."Yes of course it is," I said, "but I'm not sure your father or ...other would approve of you being here alone with me." She's not my mother," she said forcefully, confirming my own thoughts, "and daddy wont be home until tomorrow. I'll bet you did it to her the other day, didn't you. She can't resist a hard one." What! Certainly not," I said."More fool you then," she chuckled, "she was probably gagging for. .”I spared his blushes. “Yes, Ivan Crossley gave me a full and frank insight as to what the production of Angel Nectar entails.”“So you know what happens on Twelfth Night?”“Yes, when the Stogumber Angel’s five handmaidens are...”“Quite so. As you would imagine there is a lot of salacious talk about the place before the ceremony, and young William, our nine years old son, was asking some awkward questions. Lara thought it best we left Stogumber before Twelfth Night, you know how children are. Oh, everybody always got fucked at other Christmas parties, but they had always been discreet, going off into offices and the mail room.But not this year! This year, one of the new secretaries had gottencarried away on top of a desk, doing a terrific strip-tease. Then, when she was completely nude, she had thrown herself on her back and begged somebody to fuck her. Two guys from shipping quickly obliged and the orgy was on!Even though Henderson was loaded, his eyes were alive as they tirelessly. What had she ever done to be in this position? She’d always been a good girl yet here she was with a strange man’s dick sliding across her tongue and about to be sold to some criminal in central America. At least the dick in her mouth didn’t really taste bad, it wasn’t nearly as gross as she’d always assumed that it would. As she began to bob her head on his cock, she could feel it swelling and growing harder in her mouth until it was rock hard yet still velvety soft on her lips.To Pete, Jerry.