The idea of his co-workers being right in the other room is terrifying, but he can’t contain himself. Mat stands up, lays Abby on the papers strewn ...bout his desk, lifts her skirt over her hips and buries his face between her naked thighs. She gasps, holding onto his hair, and Mat prays she’ll stay quiet. She doesn’t want to get caught either, but the idea of doing this here turns her on way too much. Her dad is a general manager to the railyard, a superior to blue collared men, men with dirty. She knew her stepbrother was fond of her, but she didn’t know it was in this way. “So it seems you like sniffing my panites. Don’t you?”At first he was going to deny it, but he knew he had been caught red handed, and expressing such an obvious lie may only get her angrier. “Yeah ... I guess so.” He admitted sheepishly.Emily’s smile got bigger, noticing Tommy’s face had turned a crimson red. She was wondering if she could get it to turn even redder, so she continues with, “So Bro, do you jerk. Becky takes another bite of pizza. “You okay discussing this while we’re eating?”I have a half a pepperoni slice in my mouth, so I just give her a look and continue stuffing my face.She gets the message. “Okay, some basic pointers. Filling stuff is good. Knickers, pantyhose, bras, leggings, jeans.”I nod as she runs through it, diet, roughage, different consistency, what’s more popular. Seriously? I’m thinking. There’s like a poop chart of most popular poop? Top of the fucking Poops?“What do you. I guess working in a shop is entirely different as Mr. Kabak did not seem worried in the slightest.As the day went on and I got used to working the till, I started to feel much more at ease. When Mr. Kabak would check over at me and wink I would happily grin back in the knowledge that I was learning the job. I got to see him up close, flirting with all the ladies who shopped there. By the time he flashed that smile, even behind his mask, they were crumbling before him. I wished I had that.