Can I get either of you a drink?’ Luke and Sarah exchanged glances as if to say Is she kidding? Then Luke pointed out, ‘Your voice is very differe...t than it was yesterday. One might think you were deliberately disguising it from me then.’ Bree-Anne laughed. ‘How true. I have to say I expected you to remember me anyway. After all, we knew each other so intimately at one time. Then again, I suppose you don’t remember any of that, do you? Pity.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ Sarah asked, even as. Erin just grinned.Conversation over dinner was lively, the stew turned out just right, and John was amazed at how much Hugh (disguised as Erin) knew about the company, the people in it, and the contracts.Hugh explained "Oh, Hugh," he said, indicating Erin, "tells me everything. He just goes on and on about the company. It quite boring, frankly. And his jokes about network protocols are just dreadful."John laughed. "Yes, it does seem to consume our lives, especially these days."Erin looked at. ONE CLICK PUSSY. Delivery pussy. Pizza pussy. Drone pussy. I could push a button and pussy flies in from a drone through my window.Pussy crawling out the fireplace, Santa Pussy, pussy under the Christmas tree, jingle bell pussy, dammit!ANY PUSSY I WANT.But not now, not now, for fuck’s sake ... This stupid being Proctologist bullshit!Truth is, I haven’t even seen a living, breathing, live ham wallet since the champagne. Sure, I tried to fuck a few of my champagne maids, but no luck.Stupid. Some of the hands touching her had narrow fingers, and some had thick ones.How they reacted was different, too. What they did as she knelt and sucked them. Some of them rested their hands on her head, or stroked her hair as she sucked them, or played with her breasts, or her shoulders. Some pushed into her mouth and some seemed to be trying to keep still. Some bent and kissed her for a moment, when she first got to them, and one said thank you before she started.She breathed in the smell of.