But, think about the instructions and guidance we gave the recruiter. They were quite clear. And that was my real issue with Joe Janicke yesterday.”...��You’d really exclude someone for wearing a suit?” Tasha asked. “I thought John sort of proved we didn’t care!”John Reynolds was the ‘punk’ we’d hired. He’d slowly begun dressing closer to ‘business casual’, but still sported bleached-blonde hair with various colors on the spikes, depending on his mood.“It’s not about the suit. It’s about following. I especially like older women and she fit the bill perfectly.She assumed I was going to ask for sexual favors and cut me off..I am not a prostitue I wont trade sex for your services I didnt mean that she said.Oh I understand… Mrs White I wasnt thinking of sex. Oh thats good and she clarified Not that I wouldnt be willing to enjoy a man but not trade for services.Im old not dead and I would need to have a relationship first as well. I dont jump in the sack with just anyone. I totally agree Mrs. After all she'd done for me, I felt it was the least I could do for her."Sounds good" she said, "I'll bring the wine" Great" "And another thing" she added, I'd like to give you a going away present." Oh really" I replied. I was curious, but unprepared for what came next."I want to give you a massage."Silence. "Okayyyy…......." I responded. This one landed like a bullet to the back of the head. And I knew the inevitable was imminent. A massage? Really?She arrived looking stunning. Simple black. "Ooow." He cooed down at her even as she screamed muffled protests up at him through the thick tape. "Do it again?" He withdrew his penis and then moved his pelvis forward again slowly. "Don't mind if I do." He repeated the action, her struggles only adding to his dark pleasure. "Don't stop? Why my dear, I didn't know you had it in you." Now that he was firmly placed between her legs with little hope of her breaking free, he grabbed her ass with both hands and pumped vigorously for.