Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Their lips met again.

"Darling, wine, what about the wine? Not yet, bring it over."

Director George's voice suddenly rang out from the restaurant. Mrs. Stacy was like being electrocuted: "Come, come..."

"Mrs. Stacy, don't go..."

"Don't worry, asshole!"

One in front and one behind, the two returned to the dining table slightly staggered.

Gwen had already fallen asleep on the table.

Chief George's eyes looked a little dull, and it seemed that he had drunk almost all the wine.

George Stacy tried to open his eyes.

Looking at Mrs. Stacy, she said, "Darling, you've been gone for a long time..."

"I've had too much to drink, too," Mrs. Stacy said, holding a bottle of vodka.

"Chief George, let's have a few more drinks."

Fisk skillfully took the wine from Mrs. Stacy.

The other hand...clenched a handful!

Mrs. Stacy gave Fisk a coquettish look.

George Stacy saw Fisk's action, but his brain was already confused and he didn't understand what the action meant. He just stammered, "Fisk, you, you just touched, touched yourself there?"

Mrs. Stacy was shocked by her husband George's words and her face turned pale.

Oops, he saw it.

"No, I just took the wine. Chief George, you've seen it wrong..." Fisk said with a smile, his pupils contracted. Chief George's soul was a dazzling green ball. Although it was not big, it was very bright.

This really fits the current situation.

"Oh, oh, I read it wrong!" Director George nodded: "It seems that I really drank too much."

"No way, Chief George, let's have a few more drinks." Fisk lifted Mrs. Stacy's skirt with one of his dirty hands and stroked her slender, white thighs. Her black stockings were as smooth as melted chocolate.

At the same time, he was drinking with Director George.

Mrs. Stacy felt like she was going to pass out.

The brain felt hot, as if it were on fire.

The bottle fell on the table.

The wine dripped onto the ground.

But in the sound of rustling.

But there is still a ticking sound.

"Okay, more..." George also struggled to pour the wine and drank several glasses in a row, his dazed eyes always looking at the glass in Fisk's hand.

They both began to drink slowly again.

Fisk, however, put the hand that he had pulled out from under the table in front of Mrs. Stacy's lips...this bastard!

Looking at his smug look.

Mrs. Stacy decided not to make it easy for Fisk either.

She moved her chair closer to the table.

Under the table, I took off my shoes.

The toes wrapped in black transparent stockings touched Fisk's calves.

Fisk, who was drinking, trembled at Mrs. Stacy's sudden action and almost spit out the wine. He couldn't look at her directly, so he could only force himself to continue drinking with Director George.

Mrs. Stacy didn't know if she was afraid they wouldn't die from drinking.

All the drinks served were vodka.

Don't even think about drinking these bottles of highly concentrated liquor.

A lighter would be enough to burn down the whole house.

Chief George's drinking speed was getting slower and slower.

Every time Fisk toasted him, he had to force himself to drink a glass several times.

Fisk's face was red and his eyes were a little bloodshot. He felt a little dizzy and thought that he was cheating by relying on his super recovery ability and was fine after drinking so much. Why did he feel a little drunk after just these few drinks?

wrong!

Fisk discovered that his brain was clear, but his body was drunk.

His pupils moved rapidly.

The world before our eyes becomes more colorful.

The wine glass in my hand is emitting colorful light.

This is definitely not the color vodka should be.

Mr. Chief George put something in his glass.

Fisk put down his glass.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, then picked up Mrs. Stacy's wine glass and replaced Director George's glass with his own.

Mrs. Stacy was completely unaware of Fisk's little move.

She raised her eyes and secretly glanced at George Stacy from the corner of her eyes. When she was sure that he was too tired to drink to look at her, she quietly turned her chair towards Fisk, slowly stretched out her legs and feet wrapped in black transparent stockings, and slowly explored up along his thighs...

Fisk was stunned.

To cooperate with Mrs. Stacy.

He also slowly straightened his thighs that were under the table.

Mrs. Stacy slid her feet across his thighs and explored Fisk's crotch. Although the toes of her jade feet wrapped in black transparent stockings were covered by trousers, she could still feel it clearly.

Fisk Fisk's body slowly regained consciousness, but Mrs. Stacy's little movements became more and more obvious. She couldn't hold the wine in her hand anymore, so she had to put down the glass, clenched her fists tightly, lowered her head and slowly felt her torture...

At this moment, the table shook violently, and the cups and bowls on the table banged and banged, frightening Mrs. Stacy to death. Even Gwen, who was sleeping on the table, suddenly woke up and looked at everything in front of her with blurry eyes.

Did you find it?

Mrs. Stacy's face turned pale. She turned her head and saw Director George running out of the restaurant, with even the chair he was sitting on overturned on the ground.

Mrs. Stacy staggered after him.

Chief George staggered to the bathroom.

I turned on the tap and vomit came out of my mouth and nose like a fountain...

By the end of the vomiting, there was nothing left in his stomach, just bouts of dry heaving and nausea.

Just by listening to the sound, it is not difficult to see how uncomfortable Director George is at this moment.

Mrs. Stacy squatted beside Chief George, patted his back gently, and wiped him with a tissue.

Fisk brought a glass of warm water.

"It's okay... I'm fine!" Director George said with difficulty, trying to control his nausea. What Mark Murdoch gave him was something similar to truth serum, and even for a large volume like Fisk, it could only be released little by little. He had just released so much, and now he drank another big gulp. Of course, his body couldn't bear it.

Fortunately he vomited it out. If he hadn't, he might have died tonight.

However, even after he vomited it out, the residual truth serum and alcohol still made him groggy. He fell to the ground and fell into a complete sleep.

"Fisk, come and help me carry George back to the room." Mrs. Stacy shouted outside.

After moving Chief George back into the room, Fisk immediately put his right arm around Mrs. Stacy's slender waist and put his left hand through her dress, completely ignoring her struggle.

"Mrs. Stacy, Chief George is drunk!" Fisk pounced on Mrs. Stacy and whispered in her ear.

"Not here, what if he wakes up?"

Mrs. Stacy struggled.

He panted and whispered carefully.

"It's okay, Mrs. Stacy, Chief George won't wake up."

Mrs. Stacy felt ashamed and annoyed when she heard this. Being hugged by Fisk in front of George made her feel indescribable shame, but she also enjoyed it very much...

(Good to hear!)

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"How do you know he won't wake up?" Mrs. Stacy collapsed in Fisk's arms, her fingers constantly drawing circles on Fisk's chest.

Chief George next to him was still like a dead pig.

The snoring was deafening.

"He put drugs in my cup, but I changed the cup back."

"what?"

Mrs. Stacy shuddered.

The originally confused mind immediately became clear.

She finally understood why George agreed so readily today.

Fisk reached out his hand, fumbled in Chief George's pocket, and immediately took out the running tape recorder.

Mrs. Stacy looked pale.

Since this recorder is here, doesn’t it mean that everything that just happened was recorded?

Fisk hit the clear button.

Then he put the recorder back and said, "Mrs. Stacy, I am sincere today and want to negotiate peace with Director George."

Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes, and the torn black stockings slowly slid across Fisk's thighs. "Is this how you come to negotiate peace?"

"I don't want to either!" Fisk said aggrievedly, "If he hadn't given me the drug aggrieved way, how could I have lost my composure like this?"

"Bah! You're just a bastard and a pervert!" Mrs. Stacy bit Fisk's shoulder hard, but her teeth hurt without even breaking the skin.