If i could become a shelf stacker. i dont know what it was but when i asked he gave me a look like ive just pissed in his coffee cup.and he replyed wi...h a straight up "no"i felt like he didnt like me beacuse i was older than him and that pissed him off. and it pissed me offthat my manager was younger than medays whent past and still no promotion to shelf stacker, during one lunch break i was in the break room eating a sandwich when marie walked in with a tube of pringles, i was watching tv and. Photographers, using so many flashbulbs it's a wonder I can see at all. Reporters, from national television to my old student newspaper. They want to know what it's like being the world's most beautiful woman, whether it's true that I've signed a contract with Revlon, and could I confirm or deny that Ryan Philippe is leaving Reese Witherspoon for me? Men are yelling marriage proposals. Designers are trying to give me clothes, since anything I wear is sure to be a smash hit."When I get to the. ." "How about . . . that?" He said, giving me a deep, hard thrust, emphasizing his last utterance. I used every ounce of my self control to keep from screaming. I was suddenly relieved that I wasn't a virgin. Otherwise, he would have killed me! His hands slid up to my sides, and pushed my torso upward, peeling my sweat-slick body away from his. "Mmm." He licked his lips, and his palms found my breasts, dark chocolate nipples peeking out from inbetween his strong fingers. He. The walls of her rectum closed on him eagerly."Luke, Luke," she groaned impatiently. "That's not your cock, is it, honey?" Of course not," he snapped. "It's just my finger getting you ready." Ready? Luuuuuke, please, I'm ready to die if you don't fuck me soon." She was pleading, biting the cushion and pleading, and she reached for his cock to guide him to her.He rammed his finger into her steaming bowels, then pulled it out and added a second. He shoved the two into her hole, slowly plunging.