Their stacks are completely unorganized, so it took me forever to find anything that I was looking for. I walked up and down the aisles for about hal... an hour before I had to piss. In the bathroom I noticed that there was a gloryhole in the stall on the Northern wall. It was a little disturbing, but vaguely arousing as well. I pissed, resumed my search, found a nice Azlea Antistia gem and continued driving. A couple of months later I stopped at the store again because I was driving at. As I told her, I only had it done on me once before, but I only lasted for a few seconds. At least by then, I knew how to hold my load, but then she had to take a break.“Damn, you have a big dick. I never had to stop mid blow job before,” she told me.“Well, you are only gonna make it bigger now. So keep blowing me, and make him cum an ocean everywhere,” I demanded.She started stroking my cock a little, as she blew me. With her really soft hands, it felt amazing. She used very small, but. The husband had been unable to get his wife pregnant, and though they could have easily afforded the high cost of fertility therapy, and in vitro fertilization, they wanted a c***d conceived through more 'natural' means; and, they wanted to do something against racism by having an African c***d (but not through adoption, but by birth).This had been exactly the same motivation the first European couple I had 'helped' in this way; and now it seemed as if I was about to do so for the second time!. Other than not being dead herself, of course. (One of the job "features" that she learned about later on. No wonder the job had such a low turnover rate.)It was Samantha. Samantha was still fairly new, and so was still pretty fun to play with. She looked up when Orchid had finished the last checkpoint (a total of 6 to make it this far - an iris scan, palm scan, fingerprint scan, DNA scan, voice scan, and having to repeat the words "Fuck you, assholes" which was the password she made up for.