Anyone who talked trash to me or gave me an attitude got a small pellet as reward. Guys, girls, whoever messed with me got deal with. That’s why nob...dy messed with me. Before I was even grown, I was the man in my city. I wasn’t a delinquent. No sir. I went to Brothers of Saint Michael, a Christian-themed private High School and I got good grades. Hell, I ended up valedictorian. I just didn’t put up with anyone’s crap. That’s why I’m the man! Stuart only looked intimidating. Too bad the folks at. In the afternoon I had posted myself in the back room ahead of time I heard a knock on the door, and told the person to come in. Julia looked in and hesitated. “Sir, I’m supposed to see you today.” I was always a bit surprised yet pleased at that young age to hear myself called “sir,” especially by a girl.“Yes Julie, come on it and close the door behind you.”Julie was a short, plump girl with frizzy reddish-brown hair which she tied up behind her head; she wore glasses. On that day she had on a. ??One guest that I remember in particular was a lady in her late 40s. She was a classy, impeccably dressed, business woman. Obviously from the city originally, but now living a more casual country lifestyle. She was very sweet and demure, but her very best feature were an amazing set of tits. They were, in a word, gorgeous, and in another word huge. She stayed in our hotel on more than one occasion, and would stop by my desk to ask for directions to various local attractions. We started. My breathing was already starting to quicken as he caught my lips with his and kissed me hard, his arm around my back running his hand down my back.I broke away from that kiss but he pulled me back fervently opening my lips and pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth, I knew what he wanted, what he was telling me with that kiss and in that moment I surrendered to him. His hands were all over me now reaching under my top squeezing my breasts through my bra, he let out a low groan and it made my.