You are a twenty-five years old guy working at a rundown pizza joint. That one of your father's friends owns, Jake Johnson. He is a massive balding bu...ly to everyone but the hot female workers. But his bullying antics always apply to you even when he didn't have time for mistreating you.Nothing different from earlier in your childhood you thought. He's the new favor of bully in your young adulting life. When you were in your teens, you had no more than three bullies who had come together and. The view down there, a pair of sumptuous breasts nestling in the skimpiest of white lace bras, is enough to drive any man wild, trust me, so you can imagine the effect on poor old Derek. He'll be messing his pants, by the looks of him, if Em carries on like this much longer. She's giving him a saucy and meaningful grin, letting him know that she knows exactly what she's doing and that she's enjoying his arousal. 'Anyway, enough of all this, your gammy legs and stuff, you're fine to ... you know. His hand went inside my skirt, and squeeze my ass, and he touched my butt hole, as he slide inside the tip of his finger, and it aroused me. I took his cock out and kissed and lick it, he placed his hand at the back of my head, to help me suck it hard. I circle my tongue inside, and on its head. Then I looked at him, his eyes was rolling back, so I sucked it more, and reach his ball with my lips and played it. I can fill he cum inside me, and his juice directly getting to my throat. I squeezed. It couldn’t get any cooler then that. After what seemed like an eternity, I got my room number, my keys, my meal cards, my, ugh, fluorescent green nametag that must hang around my neck at ALL times. It glared ‘SAMANTHA’ in huge, black, letters, with a smaller ‘Schwartz’ underneath. Yummy- now the nerdy bassoon players wouldn’t even have to ask me my name before hitting on me. I lugged my bag towards my room, and collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted- I had woken up at four in the morning to get.