Both had tattoos, not scary prison-looking tattoos, but professional ink. They introduced themselves. Brad was the sandy blonde with a marine corps ta...too over his heart and Sempre Fi and a bulldog on his right bicep and Mike was the tall dark one with the tribal sleeve tat on his left arm. She gave them her name and explained that the jackass at the tire shop must have used a pneumatic drill when he put the lugs on because she couldn't budge them. Her throat was dry, but she doubted it was. Ronald knew Joanne would do almost anything to keep from being sent to a foster home. After her mother left them, she was afraid her father would send her away. She had begged her father not to send her away, said she’d do anything he asked her to do, and wouldn’t argue and fight with him. Young Joanne had lived up to that promise so far.“Joanne’s going to love it when we teach her just what her hot little pussy was made for. Just imagine that pretty blonde head going up-and-down sucking our. ’ Hearing Antonio’s voice instantly put a smile on my face. ‘ Hola Antonio, it’s always a pleasure seeing you.’ I offered my best smile to my friendly co worker. ‘That sure is a cheeky smile my friend. Did you happen to get lucky last night to be so bright and cheery today.’ his accented voice asked. My smile was instantly wiped off of my face. ‘There is none of that in my life Antonio. Never has been.’ He seemed to since the vibe and changed the subject. ‘Lets do lunch at Alfredos Bistro. Kelly had stood up and then sat down on a lower bench. We all were looking at the mess on the floor. Two comingled cum splats, each puddle probably three inches across and slowly spreading out. “You boys sure know how to fill up a girl,” was Kelly’s summation of the mess.We all got in the pool to cool off. I found out that Steve was fifty-two, had been there for two weeks and he was going home the next day (Friday) late in the afternoon. Steve was divorced and said he’d not slept with anyone in.