Then he said for me to not get upset and complain to the manager as he did not want to get fired. He said he should leave right now. I told George not...to leave and that I was very flattered that a nice young man like him would find me sexaully attractive. George seemed releaved. I told him I could help him since I caused him the problem and I started to rub the bulge in his shorts. My pussy was burning now and I wanted this boy. George sat back on the vanity still unsure about what was. Then he sucked my navel pressed my butt he was sucking my navel for a long time then he came to my boobs he swalloed my boobs my one full boob was inside his mouth he was pressing my butt cheeks.I was lying nude on the bed he was squeezing and crushing me suddenly he stood up and asked me to suck his dick I said no he forced me to do it but I didn’t open my mouth he caught my neck and made me to open my mouth and put his dick inside my mouth and slowly shaked it first I hestitated then I like. The repugnant taste of Mister Henry's pre-cum made me want to throw up, but I manage to keep it down. Mister Henry took this as my enjoyment for he said '...that's it Baby cakes suck that dick like it's a babies bottle, suck it good so I can fuck your tight little ass/pussy...' I pushed away from Mister Henry's musty crotch and started to stand, Mister Henry placed his hand on top of my head and said '...naw Bitch, stay on your knees and crawl into the fuck room and stay on your knees with. I wondered if the interviewer realized she was in the wrong kind of interview, as she apparently struggled to find words to talk about sex, but she bravely continued with some standard questions that can be used in almost any circumstance: "Well, and... are all your stories about yourself? I mean, did you... do you write about your life... like... is it autobiographical?" I smirked. It's the question that always comes up, but I tried to be as courteous as possible. "Well, some of them are, some.