One at a time they received a bowl of stew, a slice of bread, and an apple. The portions were generous. The stew was good, but the bread was a little ...tale. Turning to a guy seated next to him, he asked, “Why’s the bread stale?”“We get two day old bread here. In some of the richer areas, they get day old bread. This is a poor neighborhood. The folks will buy day old bread to save a little money so we get the two day old bread. We really can’t complain, much. At least we get bread,” the man. Rhett sat back on his heels, his cock slipping from Kelly’s tits. He rolled her onto her stomach and began caressing the cheeks of her ass. His fingers delved between her cheeks, seeking the tight puckered rosebud of her ass. He licked his finger and probed the tightly clenched muscle until he felt it begin to relax some, then he placed his cockhead against it and began to urge it forward. ‘Ram it into me, Rhett. I need it hard and savage,’ She demanded, her voice a hiss from between clenched. Over the past week, however, the accounts increasingly became more and more of an albatross, more and more difficult to concentrate on. The deadline was coming up in a couple of days. I cursed there were no blinds, as my window faced northwest, never getting any sun. I even thought of positioning my chair and desk to the opposite wall. Instead, I just tried to bear down, my nose to the grindstone, and ignore the tall, slender girl, too far away to tell if she was Latina or African American, 19. Not chubby, but definitely had some woman to her. "Morning," I said, closing my eyes and rolling over to put my head on Mom's pillow. It had her ever-so-recognizable scent engulfing it."How'd you sleep, sweetie?" she said, riffling through her underwear drawer, searching for a bra. "Good," I said, squinting into the bathroom at the sun shining in. "Hook me up, please," she said. She had her bra on and was holding the straps in the back. I gotup from the bed and walked up behind her. I grabbed.