I’ve got 20 kilograms worth of uncured ham to sell you!”The merchant blanches and says, “I was offering to sell at that price, not buy. Are you ...rying to rob me, boy?” He has noticed something different about his young man’s speech. There’s a niggling at the back of his brain, but nothing specific.“No more than you are trying to rob me, Sir. Make me a reasonable offer based on the price you are willing to sell at, and I won’t go calling the guard on you for being a thief,” Brandon tells. ..I smiled mischievously..."You bet my friend!" We looked around furtively to make certain we weren't being observed and he opened the gate to usher me into "Clerk's Territory" where I quickly got on my hands and knees and crawled over to a recessed knee-space under the check-out counter. I sat back on my heels, bouncing excitedly up and down in gleeful anticipation of my usual treat. He returned to the counter and leaned on it in a blase' manner and I went to work unzipping his pants to free. ”She moved down, and licked and sucked my prick; straddling me when I was erect. She rode me; coming twice before I reached my own orgasm. When I had finished coming; she had a grin from ear to ear; what she called ‘a shit-eating grin’.“Now that’s the way to wake up,” she said. “Do you think the bathroom’s free, or maybe I should just do this for a little longer?”She rocked back and forward, rubbing the base of my cock against her clit. I concentrated on staying hard; I could feel my prick. She snatched out the note and read it. "If you opened the wrapping paper that I worked so hard on neatly, you may put this on in the privacy of the ladies' room, and you may put you panties in you handbag. If you were an overexcited slut and ripped the paper, you will put this on right here, in the middle of the office and you will keep your panties in the top desk drawer all day." She bit her lip. He had never once called she a slut. It was just unlike him. But she couldn't deny that it.