Mr. Monroe told her that we had to go to Lowes three counties away for some special screws and then we had time to watch a movie. So she thanked Mr. M...nroe and we left. On the ride home my mom asked me what happened while I was there. I told her the same story as Mr. Monroe had and it wasnt brought up again. The next day in school was long and Mr. Monroes daughter, Kaite, kept on asking me why her dad wanted me to help him at the tack shop instead of her. Although, I knew why. I just kept. There was a soft, black, terry cloth blanket laid out on the floor. Assorted leather items and some sex toys were lying about. A can of Crisco and a glass pipe sat on the end table. "On your knees!” he ordered. I knelt down facing him. He stepped forward holding his massive cock in one hand. He slapped my cheeks with then teased the tip of it around on my lips and chin. I kissed and nibbled at the plum-sized gland. I tasted the musky fluid that had oozed from the slit and was instantly. Once again, she was drenched in sweat, her face red and flushed. But he had no plans to stop there.He held tightly onto her hips and thrust longer and faster than before. After only a few minutes, she started to groan again.“Master…oh…keep fucking me…I…oh…” her breathing was getting faster again. His dick was completely soaked in her juices, providing lots of lubrication. Eros moved his hands underneath her, grabbing onto her butt cheeks. The loud slapping filled the room as he continued to. As Shane signed the check and tipped him, the young stud said, "you expecting company tonight?"Shane was shuddering inside, but cool on the outside and politely responded with, "Ummmm maybe..." but really wanted to say, 'Why don't you come up here about 10 o'clock and see for yourself!'Shane opened a cold beer to calm his nerves for the next, but more exciting package. Only seconds later the lock box deliveryman arrived with a cart full of boxes and packages. After the deliveryman left, Shane.