She halted, the cup in front of her lips, her blue eyes wide, just above its rim. ‘You have a gun under there?…’ She hesitated, searching his fa...e. ‘You don’t need it. Not for me. For them,’ she indicated the higher ground around them with a lift of the cup. ‘Not for me.’ She came and sat down on the end of the great log against which he leaned. He turned his head enough to keep an eye on her, wondering, in the cloudy back of his mind, why her presence didn’t worry him more. ‘I couldn’t even. After then I follow him to his office. It was paperwork and I help him for one hour. He starts talking with me about my personal life; then about my habits. His way of talking was so friendly that I told him many thinks about my habit of drinking and other. He suddenly asked me what I am doing today. I said nothing special sir. Then he said come with me at my home. We will drink and watch TV. I was surprised at this. But when he asked me again I thought that it would be a great experience of. Just, leave it to me.You can take your shoes off in the car,can't you?Okay..Does it take long? Because, I don't have much time.I stared at sexy feet of Gizem's under the table..I don't think it takes long.These feet will finish this job fast.Really? I do my best if you teach what I have to do.Uncle, you really made me wonder.I'll tell that to my father if I really like this.No, no you needn't say that to your father.You'll say to your father that I'm a foot expert?She laughed with a high. Amanda was 35and very well off with a good paying job and an expensive house just outside our capital city. I was 25 and only had a temporary job in town. The job paid fairly well, but it would only last for a couple of months. I was sure that back home Amanda would brag to her friends that she met a "toy-boy" with a big cock who gave her a great Easter fuck. Why should I care? After all I got great sex.That evening was memorable with only a slight difference. After dinner we went to the bar.