“You don’t have to do that.”She looked up at him.“Teach me,” she ordered.“Brenda...”“Teach me, Bob.” Her voice was firm. “You made...me feel good. I want to make you feel good too.”“I already feel good,” he said.“Then I want to make you feel better.”He marveled at her stubborn streak. For such a soft, pliant girl, she could be as hard as rock when it came to getting her way. He’d let things go this far. In for a penny ... in for a pound. She was obviously no scared little girl.“There’s some loose. Last night's clothes hadn't yet been put away and a textbook and several folders lay open on the desk. I sat down on the bed and Tamara joined me."Yesterday I asked you why you'd arranged the orgy for me." I asked. "You said it was because of Billy. What did you mean?" Billy's my life, John. I've told you that," Tamara began. Then she paused for a moment."You said that yesterday, but that it would take a while to explain," I interjected."That true," she replied. "Can I start at the beginning?". Inevitably the subject of the previous night came up. Hemi started it. “So what are your plans for today Boss? A bit of rest and recuperation maybe?” He gave me his patented wide eyed innocent look and carried on as I braced myself for the ribbing I knew was coming. “I mean you probably didn’t get too much sleep last night. You’ll probably need a big breakfast too… Sam, pour the boss another coffee will ya? He’ll need to replace those fluids.” “Yeah Craig, we were kinda worried about you last. ” His free hand snatched her chin and forced her lips to his. He forced her lips apart, his tongue slipping in to taste her. A bare hand slipped into the elastic band of her panties and stopped. “Uh oh honey someone forgot to mow the lawn?” His face was only inches from hers, she couldn’t see anything but his scarred face. She could hear though, a steady click like claws on concrete on she felt his hand against her tit. Her hands were suddenly pulled overhead, a pair of wickedly grinning bright.