What are you crying for. Not that asshole of an employer we had." You thought he was an asshole, too, Hanna? I thought I was the only one. No, I wasn'... crying for him. I was crying for joy. Really, I hated him and I am just crying with happiness that he died so young." Tell me about it, Geena."So, she told me how when she became a maid here Mr. Drake did the same thing to her that he did to me. She had to give him a blow job and then fuck him all night, or she wouldn't remain as an employee.. And then when I gotthe bandages tight enough to hide my chest they were really uncomfortableand I had trouble breathing - leaving me short of breath when I ran upstairs at school between classes. I was sitting at the breakfast tableone Saturday morning having breakfast with Mom. I had planned on goingdown to the library later that morning to do some research for a termpaper for school so I had put on the bandages that morning and I wasreally uncomfortable - shifting around in my chair and. I was kind of surprised, but a promise is a promise, and I started to suck on her pussy, taking in the mixture of our love juices. She climaxed almost immediately. She stayed where she was, with me licking and sucking on her until she had two more orgasms. Another time, Vicky called me at work after lunch, say- ing that she had some free time, and asked if I could come over to her house for an afternoon rendezvous. When I got there, she had some coffee brewing. After some preliminary small. .?"Perhaps, if this vocational training is not pleasing to you after a month or so, we can look at other alternatives." Hans said soothingly. "But presently you are quite useless, Chip...and we must make you as useful as possible!"?In another week, Chip was coiffed, and he'd gone through electrolysis at a discreet salon. His nails were of a French manicure, and reluctantly, he had to admit with the enchanting blond wig, he looked a bit like one of the Olsen twins...well, perhaps in the.