He asked me to detail for him the routine that I followed to check out on the 23rd."Well, Cedric had a checkout list, and as each thing was done, he c...ecked it off. He took my keys, my ID badge, and my Corporate American Express card. He gave me 15 minutes to copy any personal files off my laptop, and then he took the laptop. He read from a blurb about how I was bound by the EA while I was gone from AGC. He gave me my termination check. Then he had me escorted to my desk to pick up my personal. I think it'd be a good idea to for you to take care of his dick." W-W-What?" I stammered in complete confusion and utter surprise as to what Judy's father said and implied."You heard me! Suck his dick! You're responsible he got hard and you're responsible his mama's pussy is worn out! So it's only natural you fill in for her. Now get on your knees and open your mouth!"I was stunned beyond belief once more. I couldn't believe Judy's dad was going to make me a cocksucker too, after all else. The warmth of her against him told him she was more than ready. He cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and squeezed appreciatively. She moaned into his mouth. “Take me,” she said, simply. Not a demand, not a request, but an invitation of permission. The next two hours were like a chapter from Phil’s life, de ja vu in every respect. This was something he had done so many times and would continue to do as long as he could derive satisfaction from it. He spent enough time teasing her tiny. "I tried, but we're two hundred miles from anywhere. None of the other boys have clothes you can wear, not for all week." But there's eight of them!" I stared at the man, wrapped in my sister's big pink towel cause my boy clothes were seriously soaked.I was pretty sure that he coulda got some clothes for me if Mr. Cartwright had really tried. I mean a shirt here, some pants there ... How hard could it be? It was a conspiracy, I figured. All those other guys picking on me again, just because I.