However it was New Year’s Day and he’d had quite a bit to drink during the early morning festivities and Anne had insisted that she should take th...e wheel. After all, he needed his licence for his job. Brian’s brother Ralph and his wife Georgina had invited them over for a New Year lunch. Barnaby, Ralph and Georgina’s twenty-year-old son, would be there too. A second-year History student at Oxford, determined to get a good bachelor’s degree, he was home for the Christmas break. ‘Here at last!’. No girlfriend too. "I need someone to run errands for me, and I was told by someone that your a hard worker. Plus my assistent quit last week, and I need someone until I can find a replacement." His eyes met mine, and slowly the words sunk in. He would only need me for a short time. It wouldn't take long for him to find someone else. Not with his looks and charm. I knew it was to good to be true. "I'm sorry. I can't take this job." I heard myself saying. One of his eyebrows raised in. I gasped, but I could not say any word.He starting pumping in a rush, trying to fuck me even harder. His dick felt very hard and thick. I was amazed about his stamina, since he was an old man…He held me from behind and pumped me wildly over and over. I felt him sweating and his warm breath on my neck. He grunted into my ear. He suddenly stopped fucking me and he slipped out; his dick was still hard and he had not come yet. He then made me turn to face him.I saw the lust in his eyes. He looked. I figured you were involved with all this. After I executed Wayne, you became distant,” Fat Rob added, referring to his former lawyer.Fat Rob stopped, pulled out of Torrie, slowly stepping away, his hand resting on a small chair. “I never should’ve invited you here and I never should’ve suggested you bring your son here – to see how much of a slut his mother was.”Torrie’s wrists were burning, the rope scraping skin as she struggled to free her wrists.Fat Rob glanced to his gun again. “I.