Finally I heard sirens approaching someone must have called the cops someone had seen Santa being ****d and had taken pity on me and the last guy came...in my mouth before they ran off laughing and hooting I waited for the police to arrive I could not get myself off the wall I just hung there and then my stomach rebelled from all the cum floating inside it I heaved and threw up everything in my guts whatever food I had had at the shelter and all the cum those bastards had pumped into me there was. "Look love, this is the best I can do," handing her a size eighteen."Jeez. Didn't know it was a sack race," she muttered, audibly. She heaved the garment reluctantly over her tight racing singlet, and headed for the other truck. Watched the other girls backing up to the tray to have their sack of potatoes slung about their shoulders."Okay, load me up," she drawled. Felt the weight tumble onto her, and moved easily away, the load swinging low."Not heavy at all," she thought. "Hardly noticeable. It’s not like you’re paying for the hours since you’re on a full scholarship. With you being successful with the program and our association, I might talk them into letting me do the same and the two of us can really rocket ahead. We might be overdoing it, but if anything we were doing that with a part time job.”I warmed our coffee up again and sat back down. “Okay; so the plan is to give two weeks’ notice today, hire an attorney for me, you negotiate with the department heads to work ahead,. She told me about most of her life as we headed to the jobsite. She was raised mainly in Florida. Candy had gone to live with an aunt there when she discovered her impending c***d. After giving birth to Gayla, she began to work her way through school, eventually earning a degree in accounting and getting a job at a large Miami firm. When Gayla was three, Candy met Brad Rafferty. They married a year later and he adopted Gayla. They had another daughter before Candy decided her career took.