I guess Ms. Jenkins doesn't drink much, because he didn't manage to get her drunk."He struck out the first couple of times with her, so he decided he ...eeded to help her along with some "E" and maybe some Meth. The plan was to spike her drink and then she'd be more than willing to join him in whatever he wanted to do. The problem was, he owed money to the guys he was buying the stuff from and they had cut him off. He had to resort to trying to talk her out of her panties."He conned her into. But mostly my presence was unnecessary, of no use, so I soon drifted away back into the office. I sat in my chair. Unlike Georges, I really would have nothing to do until tomorrow, when the first production logs would come my way.At midmorning, with the empty- and full-can lines flowing like speech in a stutter, I watched as Alonso went away on break. He seemed to be enjoying his unexpected top-dog status with Marge gone for good. 24 minutes later--I timed him, having nothing better to do--he. I push up against him as I unbutton. Feeling him, wanting him, knowing he will be in me soon. My eyes close with the desire of what I can feel of his body and what I feel in my grasp to come.As the buttons come undone, I pull the jeans to the side; all the while he is kissing my neck. I pull them to the side and move into his boxers, feeling the head of his cock, caressing it and slowly stroking as I move down. I moan as I want him even more, now that I have felt him against me and in my hands.. "Oh, fuck!" she said to herself as she turned it. It had no back. It had no front. "I can't wear a bra or panties with this thing." She thought. She struggled with her emotions. "You've got to get to him." She heard her husband in the back of her mind.Reluctantly she looked nervously out over the skimpy door, watching Donnie as she removed her clothes. She kept her boots on. She slipped the dress over her head. She turned to look at herself in the mirror.If it weren't for the tight ¾ length.