The hostess stops by your table and politely tells you that the chef got caught up with a few things in the kitchen and will be out any minute. You th...nk her, and she quickly hurries off to the small podium by the entrance where she continues to take reservations for the night. Suddenly, you go over the little script you have in your head in regards to your past jobs in the fine-dining industry and pick the ones you'd like to highlight for the chef, just then, you hear a voice call out from a. The room was black and silent Liz senses as subdued as the lights.Twenty minutes later the bedroom door creaked open and two figures crept in. The door closed and the bed side table came on. Pa Angel stood watching as his wife stroked Liz's head, checking the hot chocolate was empty then slowly gently removing the top fluffy pillow putting it in the cupboard. The spiked drink had always worked but lately they had felt they needed more assurance so a chloroform soaked pillow case had enhanced. I thought he was done so I started to get up. But then suddenly I felt this huge weight land on my back knocking me back down. He was on top of me with his front legs wrapped around my waist.I could barely support his heavy weight with both my arms so I couldn't reach to push him off. Then I felt it…His hot dripping huge hard cock was poking me between my thighs. He was trying to mount me. That nice dog was trying to fuck my wet pussy…I panicked and thought of crying out for help but I did not. All of which brought me right back to the question at hand – the one I was desperately trying to avoid. What to do about Malcolm’s offer of a thank-you dinner later today? Malcolm didn’t strike me as the same arch-manipulator that his boss Luther was. From what I’d seen and heard he certainly had the same capacity for extreme violence if and when crossed. But compared to Luther he struck me as a more straightforward and less ‘chess-player’ kind of guy.But whether he was manipulative or not,.