When I parked in the next spot, Linda slid open the back door for me and hopped back into the front passenger seat.I jumped into the back seat and clo...ed the door, as Linda began, "Bev Franklin, say hello to Chris Harrington."A short, curvy, 40ish, blonde, nervously extended her hand to me, "Hi, Chris."I returned the greeting, as Linda continued, "Bev, Chris is eighteen and just graduated from high school. We've been friends our entire life and despite our age difference, he's been fucking me. Ana stood up and soon she was sitting close to this new guy, her head moving up and down his lap, as she sucked his dick.After he got hard, Ana just straddled him and began bouncing up and down.A huge black guy slid into the row where my sexy wife was fucking and he presented his hard dark cock to Anita’s sweet red lips. I was very pleased watching her eagerness to suck this black guy off, like a good cocksucker.It took about five minutes, until the white guy groaned as he filled her pussy,. I’ve seen the way men react when I shake hands with them the first time. A handshake is a much more personal act than most people realize. I try to give a man a firm, but gentle handshake, with adequate pressure for him to feel the texture and softness of my hand, and then I linger just long enough to signal that I like the man, but not too long, which would be flirting. I never flirt with my customers. It’s just tacky and crass. When a man comes in looking to buy a million dollar Bentley, he. He tore my blouse off of me and glanced at my bra, since it moved a little, then with force got the crop top on me. I stood there shocked; how could my boss do something like this to me?A few seconds later the customer came in and Mark greeted him. I noticed how Oliver looked at my top, which Mark forced me to wear. Oliver was a nice man, short, blonde hair, grey eyes, not blue like Mark’s. Oliver was 6'0 and more slender than Mark. I greeted him as well, after I took my bag to get my laptop.