" He then tongue kissed me as I reached for the strap on in the drawer next to my bed.I then told him to get on his hands and knees and first I licked...his ass and slapped his ass cheeks. I shoved two fingers in his ass and fucked him as I grabbed his balls and squeezed with my other hand. I whispered to him "I am going to show you what that sexy ass is for. This is my favorite part fucking that tight ass while I jerk that big cock. I will not stop till I have you screaming. And you will scream. A middle-of-the-roader."Who drew the ace?" I was getting my ducks in a row. The line-up was going to start forming."This nice looking Irish guy. I heard his accent when he started yelling and dancing a silly little jig. He kept hollering out, 'I got the bullet! Yeah, it's about time I got the ace!' I guess he had never gone first before." I guess not."Describe him to me." My line-up needed a little salient detailing."Duffy? Let's see." She remembered his name! I didn't think she would remember. Frankie missed a lot of things about his old life like running and well,hard-ons. Sure, he didn't miss the agitation running through his body thatthe testosterone caused, but he missed the occasional stiffie when he sawa pretty girl or got a sexual thought. Frankie missed some of that.But, as he walked, a little dress boutique was opening their doors andFrankie quickly regrouped and went inside to shop. After all, he neededall sorts of clothes if they were going to stay out on the Hamptons. How long have you worked for me?" Nine years this month." You have always done a wonderful job and been a very loyal assistant. Sometimes I wonder how I would have ever gotten things done around her without you. Unfortunately, I am going to have to let you go." Oh God, no!" Darlene said and immediately began to cry."Do you know why I am letting you go?" Jim asked."No... sob... sob... " Darlene lied as her tears fell.Jim reached over the desk and handed Darlene a box of Kleenex. "I believe that.