It's been an easy job so far; we only employ around 40 people and many of them have been here for years. Everyone gets along for the most part and we ...on't have a lot of turnover, mainly because the pay is so good here you would have to be a fool to get yourself fired.Unfortunately, from time to time we do have to let go of a person who isn't pulling their own weight, missing too many days or because their attitude sucks. I hadn't had to fire anyone until it was decided to let Tyrone go. Tyrone. "Why did you call my cunny a pussy?" she asked next."Well, a lot of people call it a pussy," I told her. "I guess because boys like to pet the soft fur just like a cat." I reached over and stroked the crotch of her shorts once, wondering if there was any fur under the fabric. She giggled but didn't pull away."Do boys jerk off a lot?" Some do. I suppose it depends on the boy and what you mean by a lot. I had a friend when I was growing up who jerked off about ten times a day. Most guys jerk off. I stood and moved away from the seat, my hard, dripping dick almost right in her face.She just sat there, staring at my cock. I covered myself and got off the train, waiting for another.I caught the next train back to the main station, and boarded an above ground train toward home. I had cum, and I had flashed. I was very happy with my success in having an appreciative audience.It was very late afternoon now, and I had caught one of the last trains out of the city. I was virtually alone in. You try to lower yourself onto my fingers and I begin to move them in as far they will go, and almost completely out. I move faster and faster until my wrist is aching. You get wetter and wetter. I slowly withdraw my fingers, and you try to follow by lowering your body and bending your knees, but the restraints don’t allow enough movement. I kneel in front of you, between your legs and move my tongue towards your delicious pussy. I lick the juice away from your thighs and move further.