It was clear that here, inside this house, Mrs. Hansen was the top wolf. She was the one telling us what to do and Linnea would be the one following t...he orders if those were given to her. Oh, Linnea was quite capable of making decisions, but if someone with authority came and gave her orders, she’d quite easily follow them. Mrs. Hansen had most likely seen that almost immediately. I had just been wondering what it was with Linnea, but Mrs. Hansen had reacted.“Don’t worry. After all, things. .. well, faster than anything you could name. He reached over, and found a belt holster and a couple of boxes of ammunition. Everything went in a brown, paper shopping bag, which I took, folded up and tucked under my arm."Anything else?" I asked Arti.She wore that light-up-the-city grin again when she shook her head. Spinning on her heel, she took my hand and started to march out toward the parked car. "C'mon Sonny. Time to go." It wasn't totally clear if 'Sonny' referred to me or the dog. I. ?Keep your eyes straight down you shameful dirty little slut, you act like you don’t want this. You always do, but then you again you always cum like crazy when I use you too? Which says you like it; you like being used like the slut you are.? Reaching down he ripped my panties free of the tangled mess below still damp with juices he raised them in front of my nose. ?Smell them, stop crying and thank your dear uncle for coming to visit?I sniffed the panties and looked up with tears and my eyes. And what was that look he gave me when the boss mentioned that both he and I were the forerunners for the VP job? I hope he’s not doing what all men do when they are faced with a pretty woman…assume she has no brains. Most of the executives currently employed at the publishing firm were all of the same type… and full of them selves. I get so sick of them smiling all up in my face. I know that they just want to take a dip in my brown sugar. From what I can tell, Marcus isn’t like that. .