Our bosses taught us a few English words that we might hear from the customers. One thing they warned us about was 'happy ending.' If a customer asked...for that, we told them 'No.'" Hmm ... did any customers ever ask for that?" It happened many times. I always said 'No, ' and they didn't ask again. Except for one time ... there was one man who wouldn't stop asking. I told Manny, and Manny made him leave. That was the only time I felt a little bit scared."A brief silence ensued, before Wendy. I work with Dad.”“Oh, okay.” I glanced over at Jake Senior.He nodded. “Jake just graduated from Columbia Law this year. He wants to get into tax law, so I’m seeing about bringing him on board.”I nodded as well; Columbia Law was a good school. “Your new partner?”“Not yet, he’s not!” said his father dryly. “Let’s just say he’s an associate with prospects. I’m not sure we need a tax lawyer as much as another good accountant.”“Well, this might be a chance to prove it, huh, Dad?” Jake Junior wasn’t. I was outside standing on an old milk crate, stroking my cock and peeking in at her, watching her finger herself, trying to cum. When it finally happened it was so sudden that she almost fell in the shower, eventually catching herself at the last minute, her hand on the edge of the windowsill. As Lydia cried out in pleasure my cock pulsated, then contracted and spewed cum onto the side of our house. I quickly scurried off somewhat ashamed of myself, and yet strangely excited that I had actually. My anger evaporated and tears I could no longer hold back came. I spent a half hour in that restroom. Betty, my savior, and I talked while the hand dryer did a poor job of drying me out. There is something about having someone willing to share your pain. It made it tolerable. The interview was shot since I looked like I just spent the night drunk in an alley. I had wasted a paid day off, but I made a temporary best friend. Betty worked on the fifteenth floor for a lawyer. He was obviously an.