He stood there in his red tartan boxers tugging on his dick. Fabrici got on the floor and opened wide. The handyman feed the punk his meat. Fabrici’... saliva was going everywhere as the hometown brotha face fucked the exotic, visiting boi. He grabbed the back of Fabrici’s head as he began to ejaculate down the fag’s throat.“Damn, boo! I wanna fuck you fo’ I go home,” announced the man.“I’d love that,” Fabrici admitted as his phone buzzed.“Got yo’ own room?”“Nah. But my roomie won’t mind. We’ve. "I nodded. "Uh huh. It is. But you see, I was the poor slob on the bottom end of the pile, the poor slob who was just trying to scratch out a living in this huge corporation. A worker bee. And like a worker bee I was expendable. I watched what happens when some group of people or some individual is only looking out for itself. I watched what happens when someone said to themselves, 'nobody I know is getting hurt' and then signed a piece of paperwork that laid off thousands of people he would. For a moment he wheezed miserably and his nostrils expanded and contracted like sea anemones. He swung his hand down and tried to ring some comfort into it with his uninjured hand."Oww! Bloody hell. Steady on." Other hand," Jennifer demanded, and a pale-faced Bertie raised his good hand.He knew she would be accurate. The next blow would strike across his fingers or the flat of his hand. It would fall precisely where she wished.SPLATT! Bertie clenched his teeth. "Uugh!" He flinched as the strap. She managed to wrest one hand free and for a split-second I paused, thinking that she’d be able to extricate herself from his bear hug. Her face came into view and I was struck by how pretty she was. Her skin was porcelain and untainted, her make-up simple and flawless, blue-black hair cascading to her shoulders. It was only after a moment spent thinking about how attractive she was that I realised her mouth was unobstructed, yet she didn’t call for help. The noises she made did not derive from.