“Fuck me, please Mr. Archer,” She moaned. “I don’t know that you deserve my cock after lying to me all term.” “Please Sir, you can fuck ...e however you like. Please, just fuck me.” “Where?” Michael asked. Almost sure he knew the answer but wanting to hear her say it. Juliette paused before replying. “I want you to fuck me in my pussy and then I want you… I want you… in my arse… where your finger feels so good.” “Are you sure?” asked Michael, still swirling his tongue around her open pussy. I work this partial assembly back into the hole by pushing, shoving, and prying with my shovels and picks. I remove the temporary beams as I move the frame into the hill.I build the back wall from the inside. I build the front much like the chicken coop, but this time I set strap hinges along one side of a frame around the door. The resulting door is about 24 inches wide, and I will have to duck and step over a sill to enter, but it will be strong and tight in winter.I leave a six-inch hole in. So my hands are clean, but my conscious is not... Its true, I just stood there, and got quite an enteraining show. However, there is still no sign of the store attendant. I slowly wander over to the office door. Being slightly ajar I clear my throat and nudge the door open with my foot. Empty. Now being closer to the rear of the store, out of range of the sounds of the slushie machine and the videogames, I can hear mumbling from the rear wall. Maybe someone robbed the place, tied him up and hid. "She leaned towards Alan's face for a kiss before conspiratorially saying to him, "Luckily, Susan has already given me permission to take your load." She plunged a finger up his asshole, as if daring him to give up his load to her immediately and blow his sticky goo all over her face. Her finger was well lubricated with her own pussy juices."Oh, MAN!" Alan gasped. Anal fingering practically doubled his pleasure, especially when his prostate got expertly stimulated, as Suzanne was doing to him.