Scotch. Ice cubes. He needed something to keep from dwelling on the fact that Kendra - the real Kendra, and not some fantasy porn actress - was in his...house ... in his bathroom ... in his shower ... naked.He was so rattled, that he forgot completely about the shirt.He was on his second Scotch. She was right. He did need a drink. Or had. He'd gulped those first couple of ounces, and on an empty stomach to boot. So he was feeling pretty mellow right now. But it was fine. Now he could savor the. He was back at his desk working when there was a knock on his door; he looked up to see Andrea standing there with a puzzled look on her face, "Yes Andrea? What's up?" he asked."Mr Anderson ... my chair is missing. Do you know what happened?" She asked him.Marcus gave a smile, "Missing? Oh dear. Well I'll tell you what, just ring the stores and get yourself a better one. Obviously the other one wanted to be somewhere else." He said with a laugh.Andrea just looked confused without recognising. . Queen Shagger?" Sounds good, said Lyndsey, but why does he get to fuck you first, what if he blows it in the first minute? And besides, he's actually come back to fuck me...At a chance to fuck both of them, I'm thinking no chance I'm going to cum without getting in each of them at least once, preferably prolonging the alternating experience as much as possible but I didn't need to say it. Emma said "fine, we'll toss a coin and whoever wins gets to go first." So they did. Lyndsey won and Emma. Strong smelling vegetables along with other ingredients were cut fine then put into the contents of a dozen mixed eggs.Megan came into the room and I said, "Have a seat Princess. I have made some breakfast. I hope it's good." The plates, cutlery and cups were on the table along with a small glass for the fruit juice. She smiled at me and a little worried at how she acted last night even though nothing happened.Some of the mixed egg had been started in a small pan and judging when the time was.