I didn't care though. I huffed and puffed along, reviewing the rotten day in my head. Before long I was sweating a bit and I could feel my checks were...hot. To top it all off, up along side me pulls Deputy Dave. Perfect! What will the asshole have to say today? "What seems to be the problem ma'am?" He said condescendingly. "Fuck him." I thought. "It isn't any of his business!" I was already in a very shitty mood. I was talking myself into trouble by letting Dave irritate me. "Nothing is wrong. He parted her pussy lips and slipped his middle aged, stinky cock right into her cunt. He could hardly believe it. He started pounding the cashiers married pussy progressively harder. The smell of her sweat in conjunction with stink of his unwashed member was intoxicating to the pervert, and began filling the break room. It just made the customer pump the married cashiers pussy even harder. This pervert had not been laid in over 2 years. As her panties hung down by her knees, the customer. ‘Have you been instructed in c***d rearing techniques?’ ‘No, my mistress.’ ‘We won’t be teaching you that unless a special order comes in. Since you are an Alaytion I’ll tell you right now that there isn’t much of a demand for those. We will be lucky to sell you at a profit. Therefore if you are shown to a prospective buyer I urge you to make the best presentation you can. To do so otherwise would invite a long and painful punishment session,’ the whip mistress said and then looked at another. If she left right now, Mark would just find some other fat bitch and put her up to it. “FUCK, I HATE HIM!” she growled out loud. “What the crap was that all about?” Shawn demanded as Angie walked into the room wearing jogging pants and a huge, over-sized shirt…her hair still wet from the shower. “Is he gone?” “Yeah, said he was going to the store,” Shawn confirmed. “He came home and wanted me to walk in on you,” she said. “He was out in the hall spying, in case you didn’t figure that much out.