With the years and the trials they faced, they had become friends, and eventually more.He poured her one glass after the next, from the bottle of Jack...on the bar, as he watched her give goodbyes to each member of the team that came streaming in, after day shift. Finally, when the crowd of drunks and errand hearts dispersed, she mentioned her desire to catch a good night's rest, as she started her new position the morning to come.As they got up and walked away from the dusty, tired and crackling. And I wanted him to call; I wanted him to take me again. I hung the curtains and the pictures on the wall. My apartment was beginning to be home now. It was me, it was what I’d always wanted. My own place. One night in bed, I was about to put down the book I’d been reading and turn off the light when my phone rang. I answered and heard, “Mrs. S, I will be over tomorrow after dinner. Be ready for me. Put on that sexy robe you wore for me the day we met." The line went dead before I could say. "Yes, I do want the job," she assured the manager, "please, Mister Wilson, give me another chance, I promise I will do better."He looked at her, nodding slowly."Okay, Angie," he told her, "one more chance, but any more mistakes, and I will have to let you go. Understood?"She nodded eagerly, "Thank you," she stammered, "I will not let you down, honestly." Okay, go get some work done," he ordered, "and please, don't make me regret it."Angie left his room with a feeling of relief. So okay, maybe. "And that's only part one," you hinted, winking.Though my orgasm should have completely drained me, my excitement did not subside as I reached foreward and undid the button on your pants. Sliding the zipper down, only the slightest bit, caused your cock to spring out, harder than rock, barely contained in your boxers and twitching slightly with anticipation. I spun you around, changing places with you as you slouched your shoulders against the wall. I dropped down in front of you, pulling your.