At least I’ll probably get rich with this tape. The man was grunting, grunting, loudly, rhythmically. ”Now, Sue,” Robin said. But don’t worry, Mrs T.. Now I’m going to find out. Still Sue did what she had to do, gradually sucking faster, trying to coordinate her rhythm with the rising tempo of his grunting. Sue nodded. Sue said nothing. And Gus said, “Don’t stop fucking, Sue,” and struck her across the back with his whip. “Aren’t they something! The man had obviously not washed for several days. “All right! ”You have such fine-looking breasts,” Robin said. Sue couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything. “What—what are you talking about?”
”Come on now, Mrs T.. sat again at her desk in her office at XYZ Company. Robin, your duty will be to check that she complies, every day and thought the day.
