During the workweek you can’t drag me out of bed, but on weekends I’m up at 5 in the morning. Why? Because I don’t want to waste one second of m... precious time off. Some people live to work, but I’m the opposite. I work to live. The way I see it, life is meant to be enjoyed, not wasted on 12-hour workdays, seven days a week, making money for some anonymous corporation or rich asshole living on a private island.When I left for my walk the sun was already up, obviously, which seemed odd to me.. The blonde groaned, leaning back further for the support of her husband's body. Her thighs opened a little more, allowing his now flying digit even further access to her pouting cunt. Unable to work her pelvis in rhythm with the probing finger--if she did, she'd have rudely unseated herself--her hips swayed in a delightful little wiggling motion that rippled the wall of her finger-fucked vagina around the gliding digit.Lorraine's head rolled back on her shoulders and rocked from side to side.. He was trying to look in the rear view mirror. He still had his seat belt on. He could not reach the mirror. I pulled Mrs. Ascot off my cock. She fell back in the seat. I leaned forward to pull open the sliding glass separating the taxi. I looked around. I saw an alley coming up on the right."Hey! Pull in that alley over there on the right." I said. Mr. Ascot turned on the blinker. He could now smell his wife in the back seat. Her wet pussy aroma passed my nose to the front seat. He slowed down. The paper has some important dates. The f******nth is two weekends from now.That is the night you will be meeting some important people…you CANNOT miss that night. You will need to get time off from your job. If they won’t give it to you then quit. I will be giving you your salary now.’ I nodded my head, smiling at her and looking down at her nipples showing through the thin blouse. She stopped near the alley I instructed her to go to. She leaned toward me and gave me a delicious kiss. When it.