My first day on the job they showed me around, telling me the ins and outs of the business. I quickly came to the realization of what I was getting my...elf into. I was the only girl at the studio, and most of the men that were there were mainly black, who growing up I didn't have very much interaction with. No, I'm not racist, we just didn't have many black people in our town. I'm about 5'4, 135 lbs, blonde hair and blue eyes. I'd like to think of myself as attractive. As the days went on the. She chose a bottle from the refrigerator and found the cork screw. Bracing the bottle against her crotch over her short skirt she had the cork out quickly and I, glanced at her firm inner thighs and sighed not as silently as I would have liked. Jill found two stemmed glasses, poured one glass full of wine and handed it to me. I sat the second beer down on the kitchen counter and took the glass from her extended hand. Jill walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, sensually sliding her. Anyways.I put my instrument in my locker and gather my stuff. As I step out of the locker room, I can't help but look at all the girls. Again. If you are in a marching band, you can understand why. Those band girls looove going barefoot. After practice? Barefoot. Before practice? No shoes. During practice? Sometimes. Girls laying on their stomachs, legs in the air, feet kicking, those toes just asking to be sucked. That's what makes it all worth it.I stick around for another thirty minutes or. 5 out of 10 for looks with breasts saggy beyond their years. But at his place of work she was a 'stunna', a word he picked up from his tabloid jargon class at college. After a hard day writing about court cases and retirement bashes he would rush home to his grotty little bedsit. As soon as he shut his door behind him he'd whip out his tiny cock and bash one out to Amber. Two minutes later he was curled up on his sofa bed crying. This was a daily routine for Toby, even after three weeks at the.