Cursing under his breath, he grimly fantasized about whatwould happen if his boss came back tomorrow to find the cash registercleaned out and the high...end racks emptied of clothing. Another month ofpavement-pounding, that's what.But come to think of it, Leo hadn't heard any sounds of someone messingwith the cash register or clearing out the clothing racks. All he'd heardwere the footsteps. They were getting louder. Leo was seized with ahorrible thought. Maybe they weren't coming for the money.. I heard noises and someone was comming down stairs it was the owners eldest daughter, she came in the living room saying Hi santa whats for christmas, I could see by the fire light she wasnt wearing much under her nightie, as she walked up saying whats in the sack, I reconissed the voice, it was the one from the store, she confessed to being a very naughty gir that needed Santa to puish her as she dropped her nightie revealing her naked body, my cock sprung to attention.I removed my outfit. You probably would have gotten hard peeking at us and had to take your cock out. Are you hard now, Bart?”“Fuck yeah, Trisha. You always make me hard.” Damn, this girl's incredible. She knows exactly what I want. “Why don't you take it out and stroke it for me?”I complied, switched the phone to speaker and set it on the desk. “I'm hard as a rock. Stroking my big, black cock, thinking about you and Phil. What did you do with him, you little slut?”She purred a little before continuing. “I pulled. In the meanwhile Steven had rung another old friend."MT Section, Sergeant Nicholson!" Hello, Nick. Steven." Hello, mate! I haven't heard from you or of you for a long time. Been keeping your head down after the children's home?" Something like that. How are you all?" Gwen's fine. Gordon's in his school junior football team and Tilda's decided she's going to be a ballet dancer. Got a fixation on Moira Shearer after we went and saw 'The Red Shoes'."Steven chuckled. "Good for them!" What about.