SuperFoods doesn’t have a custom cut meat department like we do. Their cooler stock is delivered by truck from the warehouse each morning. They don�...��t do any Prime cuts. I don’t know how long we’ll be able to compete in this market, but this is our niche. You’re helping me maintain it. Now go home to your women and get some loving.” He slapped me on the back and I grabbed my coat to go home.I was the only one home when I got there. That wasn’t unusual on Monday. It was my night to cook and. “I thought you said people were coming.” The voice was deeper and more suave than she remembered. Anna turned her head, and saw the person responding, her jaw dropped. The kinda nerdy photo club girl was gone, in her place Morgan had tapped into badassery and edginess that made Anna's blood boil. Her hair was a teal to aqua ombre, short, and buzzed on the side. Her lip was pierced, as well as her nose and eyebrow, Anna wondered to herself if anything else was pierced. Her heavy makeup and dark. It also made a lot less mess that way; Mum and Dad had once stripped off the paper in a room at home by washing it with warm water and then scraping, and it made a hell of a mess as the old wallpaper glue went everywhere.After an hour or so, I sent Julie and Jen out to try to get some cakes for tea; they returned with the poor selection to be expected at this time of day, but more importantly from my point of view, they had been able to have another private talk.Besides, I like Eccles Cakes, so. I shivered in anticipation. George stood behind me, and slipped a black blindfold on me, covering my eyes. He tied it tightly behind my head, and I was completely in the dark, in more ways than one.He sat down behind my helpless body, and worked his eager hands over my ass. I felt him twist his index finger into my hole, and plunge it all the way in, with one firm push. I yelped a little too loudly, and he slapped my ass sharply, grunting for me to shut up.He plopped my rolled up bath towel.