I decided not to reply in case he would be close. Although, it was not unusual for me to talk to Beth, I just though any increase in our normal patter...n might be bad for her. Less is better, especially now. I went to work the next morning and was soon deep in paper work. About 10 o’clock that morning Beth called. She had been at work only a few minutes that morning. She told me that Lance was being particularly interested in her every move. She told me that she woke in the middle of the night. The penmanship was immaculate. The return address was some P.O. box in Kansas. There was a description of penalties for not complying including loss of license but I didn’t read the rest because the room was tilting. Or maybe it was me.I grabbed my key and went to Kevin’s room next door.He opened the door. I walked in past him. “Wanna beer?”“Hey Liv.” She sat in the bed, texting.“Hey Tim.”I turned to Kev. “Did you get a –”There were two yellow envelopes next to the crappy TV that was playing. His tee-shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and Melissa felt desire pool in her belly at the sight of him...and the knowledge of the pleasure he always gave her. Moving across the floor, Melissa slipped into his arms, pressing her full breasts against his chest. He was tall and well-built, she was short and curvy and their bodies always melted together as though made as one. She loved the feel of his arms as they came around her to cup her tight little ass and pull her up against. Sarah notices she's holding a cereal bowl and spoon."Oh good, you're still here." Mandy greets her, "Sorry I took so long, my pathetic slaves took ages to provide me with a decent meal for you..." Please let me go!" Begs Sarah tearfully."Awww bless, the little slut's sad." Mandy coos mocking sympathy for her, "You need a good hearty meal to lift your spirits, and like all sluts nothing's better for you than a big bowl of creamy cum!"Mandy stirs the spoon in the bowl.She then shows Sarah whats.