He had no further ambitions beyond working his shifts as a garbage man, and working the streets as a perv in his spare time afterwards.It was a weekda... afternoon in the fall, as grey and sticky as it can get. Fred was doing his final round of the shift for the day, standing erect (no pun intended) on one side of a slow-moving but noisy garbage truck while his partner Nick stood on the opposite side. They were hopping off and back on the truck as they collected and emptied big black garbage cans. “Did I give you permission to speak?” came his stern voice. She shook her head in reply. Shit! She thought to herself. She had forgot to ask his permission and had been punished as they had agreed would happen. My god that had hurt though but again the pleasure took over from the pain so quickly she couldn’t believe how arousing it was too. Matt quickly opened the lube and covered the probe. He knew Julie could not see what he was doing and was enjoying the surprise factor of all of this so. .don’t stop” she pleaded, It feels gggood.” I resumed my action of her butt hole and slowly let my thumb push on her opening. She grunted at the attempted intrusion but instead of pulling away, she pushed back until my thumb was completely inserted. “Ohhh Jeeeze!” she gasped.”Leave it there Michael. I feel so full down there. It feels so good.” I left my thumb in her ass and began to thrust even harder. She threw her head back and met my thrusts with her own. We were lost in pleasure and didn’t. Ever.”“Ever?” he asked.“Ever,” Shelly answered simply.“You’re gonna cum again.” Clint said, matter-of-factly.“Am I?” Shelly answered, with a happy excited lilt in her voice.“Uh, huh,” he answered as the sounds of the bed squeaking stopped.“Here,” Clint said, ‘Lie on these pillows. Face down, pillows under your hips.”Shelly didn’t answer, but as heard the bed creak I am sure she was doing exactly what Clint was asking of her.I pictured her now, all sense of decorum gone. She was propping.