The bastards had even reminded him that they were his practice's landlords.Which, of course, had more than slightly upset Colin ... but it made me abs...olutely livid. I reminded him, as reassuringly as possible, that he was actually working for us – that is, Bronstein Associates (Europe) – and that we'd signed actual legal contracts guaranteeing him payment ... and our 'ownership' of the work to be undertaken. I did manage to keep a lid on my anger long enough to get him calmed down a bit, then. But I wasn't! Every time I sat, I had to pant and gasp and suck down a rum and coke to get some liquid in me -- and if I begged off Tony, he would take Maureen out and Troy would take me out the very next song for three again!I got hot, my legs got rubbery, and rum and cokes were flooding my system with alcohol; I had to lean on them and let them balance me and hold me up. That led to lips on my neck and hands just about everywhere -- and I wasn't complaining because I was aroused and becoming. "I'll be right back," he told her and walked out of the house. He returned with a pleasant looking woman in her early fifties."Lorna, meet Rachel Jones. Rachel works for me and lives with me. Come upstairs and meet Cole Jones, her son."He grinned at Rachel's look of surprise. "Rachel, meet Lorna Winters. She'll take care of Cole while we are running our errands, at least for the present. She was my baby sitter when I was a little younger than Cole." Let her do the interviewing for maids and a. Her eyes widened, startled, as she gazed at his hard cock looming enormously above her face. Carefully, he sat down and placed it between her tits, which were still drenched with his spit. She turned her face to the side, frightened, as she focused on the large purple head of his prick, only inches from her mouth. Grabbing both her warm tits in his strong hands, he tubbed them up and down firmly against the sides of his thick, pounding cock.“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she moaned.He reached.