“Of course,” she said as her voice cracked.She scooted over on the bench a few inches and tried not to stare at him as he exhaled a shaky sigh and...ran a nervous hand through his perfectly styled hair. His aura was a gentle, altruistic one, nothing at all like her boss, Kenneth O’Connor, who was domineering and bordering on the cusp of sociopathic. The way he leered at the women in the office and dutifully watched them when they weren’t looking was enough to make Maritza consider wearing long. I'm just a poor guy from Brockton trying to get ahead in life. So, that's why I decided to violate school rules and get myself a J.O.B.The only place I found work was the budding amateur porn industry of Boston. I got hired by Crystal Dutch Rest, the CEO of Arab Moroccan Muslim Amateur Motion Pictures Inc. A tall, good-looking black woman in her early forties. She was a multi-millionaire and world-famous porn star and best-selling author who interviewed me personally. I had to show her what I. She smiled at me and left without a word. I couldn’t stop thinking about Akshita and her stares at my body. The very lustful smile she gave. Did she like me that way? Does she wish to fuck me? I could imagine her touching my body. The places which remain untouched by any. Except me.I could imagine her sweet tender lips wrapped around mine. Her tits with sweet brown nipples which beg me to bite. Her flappy ass shaking to be spanked. Her little hairy pussy having pink lips with its sweet cum. All. I looked at my father, his face was livid, I had never seen him looking so angry and for a moment I wondered if he would do what my stepmother had claimed he would do, have me locked up in a sanatorium. My heart sank as he looked in my direction, there was disgust in his eyes, it broke my heart to think that what I had written would drive my father from me and I felt tears streaming down my face as my cheeks went red with shame."Shut up Grace!" Dad snapped at my stepmother."What? But I..." she.