I steeled myself for the axe and then suddenly it was my turn to take the long walk down to the office at the end of the hall. Mr. Randolph Hoover was...ugly, fat, fifty, bald and black as the ace of spades. He motioned me to sit down and then he looked down at the file in front of him."I see from your file that you have come a long way since you hired in. Would you consider yourself an ambitious person?" Of course. I had hoped to be the company's first female vice president and eventually maybe. She even approached me one time and ask me if any thing was going on that she should know about. I just acted dumb and ask her what she was talking about and she dropped the subject pretty quick. One Saturday I was working on the yards of the rental property that was close to our house, (that was one of my jobs in the summer) Tina came out of their house and brought me a glass of lemonade, so I stopped and talked to her for a minute. I ask her where Amy was and she said her. But he said that deep in his heart they would always be right there with him. It had been many years since the last contact with any of them. He showed me letters in which the paper had yellowed from time and being handled over and over. They were tear-stained and contained words of love, telling him that he would never be forgotten. Life had never been easy for Hobo Joe. He was raised as one of 10 children on a farm in Iowa. The family was dirt poor, but always had a roof over their head, food. Then she realizes, it's coming from her. Her mouth is open, wet, empty, her tongue is licking and thrusting, reaching, needing the hard cock which I'm stroking furiously with my hand. " Harder, bitch! Faster...come on, fuck that cunt for me" I growl at her. Like the lust crazed animal that she is, she spreads herself even wider, placing a foot on each side of the bed, opening herself to my hot, rabid, glaring eyes and starts ramming the cock deeper and faster into her aching, throbbing pussy. ".