"So it's really no use giving you this number. I tell you what; I will turn on my cell every couple of hours and check if you have left a message. The... I'll call you back from whatever hotel room I'm in at the time. Okay?" Sure. Fine. Look I have to run, I have a hot bath waiting." Kim almost tittered in laughter from the joke she had just made. Her hot bath was the warm liquid emanating from Betty and Sam's bladders. "Talk to you tomorrow, OK? Bye."With that Kim hung up and turned her face to. "Remember, a few months ago, I thought I had that job at that financialfirm? I got the referral from my friend there, Tom Hastings. He helpedline it all up. I got a personal recommendation letter from him. Thesecond interview went great and I really thought they were going to makeme an offer. Then, like a week later Tom told me they gave the job to awoman. Tom said I had the better qualifications. She still got the job.Remember all that? More gender politics, Juls. Men are losingopportunities. I wasn't on the schedule the next day and I was fairly busy going back and forth between a few studios. I stayed away from the store all day. The next day though, when I showed up for my lessons there was a box waiting for me at the guitar counter. I took it around the counter and sat on the stool. Inside the box was a tee, just like the one I was wearing the other day, same concert tee. I couldn't believe it. I mean mine was a good seventeen years old. There was a note with the prettiest. Her eyes go wide and she lets out another moan as the man removes his boxers and reveals his massive cock. She rubs her clit harder as she continues to fall deeper in heat. Moans of pleasure fill the room as she slides her shorts and panties off and spreads her legs wide. "God, I want that cock inside me." She says as she moans and continues to watch as the girl sucks him off. With her free hand she slides two fingers past her lips and into her mouth, pretending to suck cock and she rubs her.