He stepped back to watch the brush work and noticed that it was removing a lot of the paint that covered the wooden exterior. Muttering, he said, "Oop..., that's not good."He ordered the brush to stop. By that time, the brush had removed almost a square foot of the paint. He ran a hand over the surface of the wall and chips of paint flaked loose. He stuck his head through the service window and shouted, "Mr. Catchums, could you come outside for a moment?" Give me a minute," Mr. Catchums shouted. They were making me act like an escort satisfying her customer in the pictures. I was holding two dicks at a time. One was holding my boobs, and the other was fingering my pussy and also smooching me. They asked me to freshen up and gave me a skirt and a tank top to wear.I did as I was told to. Then they came up to me and told me to go to the bar like this, seduce a guy and bring him to the room for a quickie. They told me that the guy should pay me at least 10K for that. If he doesn’t agree, I. My only sexual activities were in my dreams and my fantasies about handsome young men coming to my rescue in all sorts of dangerous situations highly unlikely for me in my boring lifestyle.So with Marcie covering my ass back home, I boarded the flight with a relieved sigh of excitement thinking that my worries on the Department of Justice front were at least solved temporarily if not forever. I sent a quick text to several of my co-workers to be on their toes because the Feds were looking for. .." a curious metaphor considering what he was about to be strapped into, " ... and jump!" He pushed open the door and headed towards the information counter, which directed him to shopper services."Hi, my name's Francis N. Way, but everyone just calls me Fenway. My goodness, it looks like you've come to the right place. And what's your name?" Hi, uh, Fenway. I'm Erin. Actually, I've just come for a business suit..." Nonsense Erin, anyone with a figure like yours who comes to this store with.