"Haha, I was just thinking the same thing." "So you like me to be in charge huh?" he says with a commanding tone. "Uh huh," I say back. "Well let's...not waste any time then because right now I want you to suck me you little whore," he says with a tone that verges on frightening. "Do you need some relief big boy?" I say back delicately. "Yes bitch, I want your mouth to work on my cock." "Mmm, you want to fuck my tight throat dont you?" I say as I start to take off my bathrobe to reveal. ”Anne was sobbing. The gag was still in her mouth so she couldn’t talk even if she wanted to.“I know this is a big decision so you probably need some time to think it over. The twins have a few ideas which might help persuade you.”Having had my own experience with the twins I expected that whatever their plans they weren’t going to be pleasant.The twins were dragging Anne by the choker down the hallway towards the kitchen. My husband and Beth went to bed while my father came over to me and told. She was obviously jealous of Rosie’s good looks, youth and amazing body. She was upset her husband, who never usually danced at these types of functions, was off slow dancing with her and not his wife. But it seemed she had no idea where Jon’s roaming hands had been, or where Rosie’s had been for that matter. So Jon simply apologised a few times, saying he was just trying to be polite, and that he thought his wife was happy sitting and chatting at the bar.Eventually, she calmed down. Jon bought. Somehow I figured him for the muscle, not the brains of the operation."I'm Big Al, and I know who you are Ms Stone. I have been expecting you," he said. When I saw who was speaking, I wanted to laugh my ass off. Big Al was under 4 feet tall. He was what we used to call a midget. Now, I think they are called little people. Can you say politically correct, hogwash."Then you probably have already worked out your story." I suggested."Why would I need a story?" he asked."One to keep me from calling.