In fact, now that he thought about it, the only thing he remembered drinking last night was a glass of wine from that weird, stressed-out bottle his m...om had produced from somewhere.As he lay in bed, Eric recalled the funny way in which the wine had spilt, from the bottle to the glass. It had been slower, apparently thicker than any red he'd ever seen, and looked like liquid silk, dark crimson in colour, and nearly opaque. The taste had been... somewhere between spicy and sweet and something. I withdrew my cock from Lindsey’s mouth, eliciting a small cry of protest from her, and rotated my body to prepare to enter her missionary-style. We were now smiling happily at each other, face-to-face, enjoying the mental and emotional closeness along with the extraordinarily delightful physical sensations. I touched my cock lightly to her tummy, then poked it against the outside of her external labia, deliberately missing the mark to tease her. She moved her pussy to that side, to make. ..b...but, what about me?" he said, "You are not going to sack me?"Marie laughed and said, "I won't answer that straight away. Put all your female things in a bag and come to my room in forty-five minutes."With that she left, leaving behind the sweet fragrance of her expensive perfume. John was in a turmoil, what could she mean? If she was not going to sack him, why get him to come to her room? He realised he had no choice, and quickly packed the clothes he had into a small bag, along with his. "So, Sue who is Amy Stone?" She's legend! She wrote a couple of books while at MIT on computer security and more since. She's brilliant and so far no system she's set up has been cracked from the outside. I had no idea she worked in this area. She will be expensive, but she is the best to make sure our stuff doesn't get hit. Damn, Amy Fucking Stone!"Suzi at homeSuzi went finally went home at 7 and was more than a bit of a nervous wreck. The clock seemed to slow down even more as each minute.