Es gibt eine offene Stelle in unserer Postabteilung und ich versuche, die Fäden zu ziehen, damit sie dort angestellt wird. Dort zahlt nicht man mehr ...o ​​viel wie früher, aber es ist immer noch ein gutes Geld.Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon. But it wasn?t so much her personality, but her physical beauty and sexual perversions that kept her held in such high regard. From the first, Kyle had been amazed at her need for the discomfort of pain in order for the pleasure to be fulfilled.She wasn?t sadistic to the extent of some. Her limits were pretty simple. No blood, and no disfigurement. Easy limits. They had chatted for over a year and Kyle had found himself enjoying her company, her bright wit, and her beautiful sexual body. . She was getting more and more excited. I reached out and pulled her one leg across my body, settling us into a '69' position. Her hot breath on my Mons made we widen my legs giving her full access to me. Almost immediately she dove her face into me. Her tongue lathing up and down between my swollen, distended labia. The sensations of her mouth on my pussy caused me to soak my mom's face in my cunt juices. In her excitement, her hips began to gyrate up and down. Hypnotized by the view of the. It started to grow, first to the size of a littlefinger, but soon it was as big as an medium size penis. I could notstop that. The flesh was much more sensitive than the one of myprevious penis and I quickly took out the nightgown and startedmasturbating. I was feeling my new vagina getting wet and wasfascinated with that. My new "member" was a formless pink cylinder witha hemispherical tip (and no orifice, of course), still today I refuseto call that a "penis", and the feelings are much more.