You’re way too nice a guy to worry about pleasing some uppity bitch who doesn’t realize what a treasure she’s got in you.”Still smarting from ...he pinch she gave him, he shook his head. “You got it all wrong. It’s not her, it’s me. And believe me, Deana’s no uppity bitch.” He smiled, just thinking about her. “Truth is, she’s the real deal. She’s sweet and smart and funny and too sexy for words. But the problem is, since I work as head of security for her father, I shouldn’t even be seeing. I was really getting into this now. Almost imperceptibly at first, my head was beginning to move back and forth with the rhythm of it."Oh yeah," Nick, watching gave something between a cheer and a laugh, "That's it, fuck her pretty face." She's more of a slut than we thought," Stuart came in with, "She's a natural, look how she's joining in!" Uhhh, oh God guys, don't," Ed came in with, increasingly frantically, "This is sick, but I can't stop watching. Oh fuck, here it comes!!"Another squirting. As she tells it, she was lifting something off a higher shelf, showing her bubble butt, and her coworker Mark, a guy a few years younger than her, said Nice ass. She told him she was really sleepy that morning and was in a rush and forgot to wear panties, and that she didnt want to get in trouble. He was smug, so she said they could take a lunch at the same time and they could go to the restroom to work it out (this is her story). They both clocked out for lunch and went into the last stall of. It was saturday the 1st of march 2014 and i was informed by my college lecturer that, this being my last year before i finish my course i have to do- as he recommended some vulanteering. He suggested i go to mr Fishers home, an elderly black gentleman whom ovecourse lost his wife. So i decided to venture off down the street from my house where he surpisingly lived, i found it weird after all the time i had spent there i had no notion of his existence, even more so as i walk past there everyday..