I’m looking forward to seeing them on you.’ Max took a sip of her wine, took both boxes from Ken, and said, ‘Yes, Mast… sir. I’ll be right b...ck,’ before standing and discreetly bowing toward Ken. While Max was gone, Denise, without looking at them, put Max’s gifts into the bag she’d used to carry her parents’ gifts to the Cunningham’s house and Max’s apartment. Max soon returned wearing a black gown with a deep V-neck front cut to her waist, spaghetti straps ran from the top of the front pieces. He managed the workers on the job site so Bob and I could deal with the clients. In his mid-40s he was a good looking guy that reeked of orneriness. His perpetual shit-eating-grin was bigger than ever at the moment and I knew I was in trouble. “Uh.. Hi Randy. How are you today.” I said turning back to my computer. I was suddenly spun around in my chair, “Oh no you don’t little girl. What the fuck was that about?” Looking at his face I did what any girl would do… LIE! “What are you talking. ? He came in her throat, ?Mmmm that?s nice, and that?show nice I?m gona be to you from now on miss titty, you only live to getfucked, take her down stairs she can suck me some more before I have me a fuckof her cute ass.? The boy lifted Pauline up and slung her, like a pieceof meat over his shoulder; she squealed and grunted as he pawed her arse cheekswhile carrying her down to the stateroom, his hand moving to the two dildosstuck up her, enjoying her hopeless squeals as he pushed them around. He pumped his hand up and down his shaft in long, slow strokes. Juices beaded out from the tip and ran down to meet his fingers, adding to the lubrication. His other hand was massaging and tugging on his nuts. They were big and heavy, like a pair of plums. I swallowed. A part of me wished it was me who were touching them. I was never this intimate with David. Most of the time he liked to jerk off rapidly and squirt all over my face or make me swallow. He most certainly never considered going.