Es gibt eine offene Stelle in unserer Postabteilung und ich versuche, die Fäden zu ziehen, damit sie dort angestellt wird. Dort zahlt nicht man mehr ...o ​​viel wie früher, aber es ist immer noch ein gutes Geld.Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon. He went faster and faster before then pulling out of me and moving me to lie on my back on the bunk. He moved to settle between my legs and reentered my hot open pussy. He again was kissing me deeply as he began to stroke again. His whole body went tense as I felt the swelling response of orgasm swept through him. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and thrust harder and faster, then began to tremble and shake as his throbbing cock began to spurt big loads of sticky, hot, white cum. He looked me in the eyes and I saw it. He was full of lust and I was his target. He kissed me full on the lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I returned the passionate kiss wrapping my arms around his neck. It was dark in the booth and he reached up to cup one of my breasts feeling it's size and softness. My cock felt funny. Just the head of it was swollen and dripping. It was acting more like a clit. We were getting hot and heavy, a little too much for being in a bar in public. He. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. Anita came out of the bathroom wearing just a long cotton t-shirt and a string bikini. Jeremy seemed to be amused and he asked me if I was sure about the bed arrangement. Then I answered as long as Ana was between us… it was fine for me…He accepted the proposal and went into the bathroom. As soon as Jeremy closed the door, Ana rolled over to me and she whispered that I had better not try anything with her tonight. I smiled and accepted her.