It was going to be a long day, she mused, storing up the images for her later enjoyment, safely back at her home.Mr. Jacobs, hearing the knock, invite... Niki inside. He’d discussed the behavior of this slut the other day with Mr. Proussad, and he knew he had license now to do whatever. He gave her a stern look and motioned for her to stand in front of his desk. “Niki ... now I am not sure if you have noticed lately, but your choice of outfits and insistent need to play with yourself during my. And,there ya go,lol." Looks like yer knob's showing 'is approval an' all,yeah?"Oh fuck this for a lark.I looked straight at him,nodded down to his rigid boner tenting his trackies & says," It aint her mate,it's that BIG fucker in yer kecks wot's bonin' me up...so how's about I pull it out & nosh down on it & then work down to them big bollox & then slip me tongue up yer shitter...it's wot ya came 'ere for,innit?"Hahaha,the poor lad's eyes widened & he took a swig of lager & then he gave a. Whatever Mark thought he'd learned from his six months in Thailand, Kevin knew a hundred times more. He hung on his every word. They talked and drank well past midnight while Kerrie sat in the corner, half listening and enjoying the warm feeling from the Margaritas. "I love your girl," Kevin said, turning toward Kerrie. "Nicole Kidman's long lost sister?" "Some people think so," Mark said. He raised his glass and they toasted. Kerrie smiled. She'd heard that hundreds of times but it still. ‘I am interested. Very!’ I shrugged. ‘You want a drink, Dad?’ ‘Brandy?’ He smiled at me, which was a rarity. ‘Yes,’ he offered. He knew my weakness is cognac, more so since my idiot doctor banned it. I followed Tom into the hotel. Like me, he’s a lanky beanpole except, since my retirement a year earlier, the inactivity caused me to add ten pounds. In the lounge, we allowed our bodies to settle into the depths of the leather armchairs. ‘We can’t drink on empty stomachs.’ He handed me a menu..