“I am going to bed.” “Andrea, you sit down right this second,” he called after me, anger and control in his voice, something I had rarely hea...d from him. I stopped and turned myself on my heels, making my way back to the table and sitting down across from him. I looked down at my fingers as they twisted together and I could feel my breathing become shallow. I was nervous and scared of what was going to happen. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked me, getting up and moving his. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, she whispered again. "Oh, I will be in touch."She smiled and slowly walked away, making sure my eyes followed the sway of her ass wrapped in the grey pencil skirt.Oh, she's fucking hot!I turned and entered the office. It was a huge space with large windows, two couches, a few chairs and a huge oak desk. I stood and waited for the invitation to enter. A voice called out from a small open door to the left of the desk."Come in and close the door," she instructed.. "Go on, Mrs. Franklin. You're pale as a new sheet."She raised the bottle to her lips, suddenly in need of the strong alcohol in her blood, and gave a shudder as the smooth brandy coursed down her throat. She smiled at Clyde then, feeling herself blush with the pervading warmth of the liquor as it rushed from her stomach to her skin."Better?" Yes, thank you," she said, and took another large sip.Clyde laughed and had some more himself. He was a nice boy, Marleen thought; considerate and polite,. "Did my slut like the fat man's cum?" Ethan asked. Bonnie vigorously nodded, "yes master."Ethan moved behind her, and down to one knee behind her, focusing the camera on Bonnie's and Bob's union. "Ok get off of his dick now," Ethan said as he zoomed the camera in. Bonnie slowly lifted herself up, Bob's limp dick falling limply onto his jeans. As Bonnie moved forward a little, her pussy lightly spasmed and pushed out a dollop of Bob's cum. It ran down her gaping pussy lips and dripped onto Bob's.