Desperate for comfort, her mind had just gone there; the words had just spilled out. Mladic was on her in an instant. He glared at her, his face inche...s from hers. “Did I give you permission to talk, whore?” He slid a dark glance Brad’s way. “I didn’t give your boy-toy permission to do any cunt-munching either. You two must both want to experience new levels of pain.”“Please Master, forgive us,” Ashley rushed on, heart pounding. “Please Master, may Brad lick my pussy? We won’t forget to ask. With the recent announcement that Diana Smith had taking over that post, it only had taken one phone call to secure a sit down with the new boss and he intended on making the most of it!!! ‘Miss Smith will see you now,’ an attractive receptionist said while ushering him into a plush looking office!!! ‘I’ve never met your boss,’ Andrew said nervously as they made their way to the far end of a long corridor, ‘what’s she like!?!’ The receptionist paused outside of Miss Smiths office and. It was on the evening of the fourth day when the men heard a knock on the door and thought their prayers had been answered. Simon opened the door and a hooded figure burst in, accompanied by a rush of snow. It lowered the hood to reveal a face familiar to all three men: Erica.Erica was the notorious owner of the Cock and Ass tavern in the village. She was what you would term a curvaceous lady in her late forties, well-endowed with a pair of huge boobs and a sizable arse to match. She had short,. They usually got along and did rely on each other to talk about things they couldn’t with anyone else. Her most upset call came when she found out Bonnie had become pregnant again. I guess my relationship most resembled her sister’s then.“Her children are staying with you,” I reminded her.“Yes. And the other babies.”“Hers are amazing.”“They are.”“And you will help raise her new one from birth to make the child even more amazing.”“Yes.”“And when Bonnie grumbles about the sacrifice it makes on.