"He walked over to the bed, then leaned over and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples."Oh, Jeff!" she exclaimed. "Oh, that feels so good!"His ha...d went to her other breast and he began to fondle it. Her breaths grew heavier then as he teased her body. He could tell she was enjoying this immensely.Then he realized, this was supposed to be torture, not amusement. He rose back up and pulled his hand away, causing her to groan in disappointment."Well, raping your pussy apparently won't do the. . Y’all, this knocks me out. I’m gonna have my lawyer do the transfer. He’ll send you stuff...”“Mister Barton,” I said, “we truly appreciate the gift.”“I’ll do my first solo in it when I get my student license,” Terri said.“All of us,” Rachel added. “You’ve been our grandpa...”“Thank you, sweetie. See, Patty? These’ve been my Alabama girls...”She gave him the pills he asked for. We slid silently away as he dozed off.Mizz Patty saw us to the door.“Mizz Patty,” Cindy said, “if his giving us that. ." What were they offering? A £20,000 pay increase. A more senior role.A whore-girl to make me coffee on demand?. And of course there were those visitsto ?The Scrava'? I would have whores slurping at my pussy on a Saturday evening- I would practically own Whore80? In return I would be obliged to dance for the CEO twice a week, possibly withoutclothes. But wouldn't that be insufferably humiliating? Dancing ? wiggling ? wearingwho-knows-what, for the private entertainment of the CEO? It would. Julieinsisted that we didn’t go to the police to reportthe incident and I respected her wishes. It wasn’tuntil several weeks later that I discovered the realreason why.I was driving through town one day, on my way to pickup my wife from work, when suddenly I spotted a bikerwith the STONNED DICIPLES symbol on his back. Idiscreetly followed him to his destination, whichjust happened to be the warehouse where my wifeworked in the office.I stormed into the warehouse after the suspect,.