After grabbing his bottle of water from his car, he went over to Mr. Foreman’s truck to wait for him to return. The apartment complex was a huge job...with over five hundred units represented in it, and it wasn’t the largest job that Mr. Foreman had contracted to build.It was about thirty minutes later when Mr. Foreman returned to his truck. Seeing that the roofers had left, he asked, “What in the hell are you doing toting bundles of shingles up to the roof?”“Well, I noticed something a little. .. When the door opened, there she was. She was dressed in a really cute denim shorts, a black tank top that showed her cleavage and her summer tan complimented her blonde hair extremely well. Her model figure allowed her to look pleasingly sexy in anything. I had to prevent myself from grabbing her, in front of her mother. "Sarah! I am so glad that you are finally here!" she exclaimed and pulled me into an embrace. I was trying so hard to not rip her top off or involuntarily kiss her as my. My long coat was lying in a corner. It was dirty. Somebody used it to clean his cock with it. As I bent over to pick it up she grabbed me by the hips and pushed my butt plug back to where it belonged. My sphincter was burning but it felt so good to be filled again. She said "It was pretty hot watching you getting gang banged. If you weren't such a dirty mess, I'd fuck you too ... But you wouldn't like that, would you? You're gay and not attracted to chicks, right? You only like cocks, don't. Bob came back with her drink and set it in front of her and took a good look down her blouse. Claire picked up her drink and took a sip.Glancing from Claire’s eyes to her chest and back Bob asked, “Is it the way you like it?”“It’s fine, just like always.”“You know if it isn’t, I’ll make you another, on the house.Claire took another sip, “You will definitely be making me another before I go home tonight.”“So what brings you out on a Sunday night?” Bob asked to make conversation.Bob was more than.