” The Chief kind of lit up, came to attention when I mentioned her name. “Yeah, well, I gotta get to the coffee shop. You coming?”Looking direct...y at me the Chief was of course referring to the Copper Kettle in our local town. It was a greasy spoon defining grease and dirt. “Can’t yet,” I answered. “I gotta makes some calls first.” The Chief just revved up his rig, ground a little first gear getting ready to roll, gave a disdaining look at Henry and lurched with all his tonnage creeping-roaring. I pulled his foreskin over his head, and jacked him off. I took the showerhead, and rinsed him off. We stepped out of the shower, and I dried him off. He walked into the bedroom, while I dried myself. When I walked in, he was laying on the bed, with his hands behind his head. Did he know that was my favorite? I walked over to him, and kissed him passionately again. I moved to his ear, where I played with it with my tongue. I moved down his neck, and to his nipple. I ran my. ” It sounded like an order, rather than a token of Mickael’s generosity. “Just a small one thanks.” “Good, I like a girl who drinks.” I stood from the couch and took the tumbler off Mickael. We touched glasses before I sat back on the couch. “Cheers.” Mickael lent forward and rested his elbows on his highly polished mahogany desk, then placed his hands together as if he was about to pray. “I’ve always treated Toby like a son.” His smile again unnerved me. “But you know what your husband did. We got into the living room and I sat down. Rob said he was going to get his wife. He returned just a few seconds later, followed by his wife. She was an oriental girl from the Philippines‘. Her name was Tina. She was only about 5 feet tall, slim with a nice round bubble butt and small tits. What struck me was she look to be around 12 years old and not 19. I realize, oriental girls look younger than they are, but this was ridicules! Tina was wearing a halter top and very short,.