Her mother had always told her that she was plain, so she replied: ‘When you can see me, Captain McCoy, you’ll see that I’m just an ordinary wom...n. Well, less than an ordinary women.’ ‘Please, call me Stoney, like my family does.’ She gasped. ‘That kind of familiarity won’t do, Captain, surely you know that. It wouldn’t be proper for people from different stations in life. . .’ ‘I don’t know that. Back home in Kentucky, we always call those we love by their given names. Right now I’d say that. When I got here no salaried person worked the holidays. If you were a manager you were off. They would appoint some poor hourly worker to run the whole shebang and they would stay home with their families."I changed that way of thinking pretty quickly," I continued. "We have a rotation so no hourly worker is scheduled for more than 1 holiday unless they switch. I have a couple of people who don't mind working. But I also make sure that every manager works a holiday. Christmas is mine because I. Every man thinks it’s a great life, but for a woman it’s not. Been robbed a few times, but nerver beat up. So one afternoon I’m a little, innocent looking black girl waitint for a city bus in a bus stop shelter in Richmond, Virginia and this white guy stops his car to ask for directions. Found out pretty quickly that what he really wanted to know was if I was available. I was – gotta survive, you know. I didn’t have any place to take him so I recommended a by-the-hour dive south on Jeff Davis. Not for long however as I soon felt first a finger then a cock enter my pussy. Rhythmic and businesslike the medium sized cock worked its way in and out of my pussy for a few moments until it released its load and withdrew.I was pondering what was going on when the hands returned, this time sponging my body with damp cloths and cleaning my pussy with a lukewarm douch. I was toweled dry and the silence returned. My next visitor twisted my head hently upwards and pushed a cock against my lips..