On a cold winter Monday morning Boshir woke up and went to collect stock from London, he set off in the early hours of the morning planning to be back...in time for mid-day trade. He told Fatima that he wont be in a all morning and that she should come in at her normal time of 11.30am and his wife would open the shop at 10am. Fatima arrived at the shop at 11.40am as always being late, when she arrived at the shop she found that the shutters were down and the shop seemed closed. She decided to. She was a new employee, hired as a hostess, but really she was just a cashier. She was a recent high school graduate who came up from Kentucky to work in southern Ohio. I think she was following a boyfriend. She was pretty and knew it. She was also a big flirt and knew she could play with men for attention. We had lots of time for flirting, since outside of the rush periods, the store was pretty quiet. I was not usually interested in girls like her – didn’t think she’d give me the time of. To fill you, with my shaft, to fuck you deep and long, and hard. You sensed the need. Placing the head of my cock at entrance of your sex. You lowered yourself down, spreading yourself open, you could feel the head of it enter you. Deep deeper it plunged, filling you with all its hardness. Your head moved back and your long black hair hung low, as your wet lips touched against the base of my cock. Tightening your muscles you clenched holding me there. What an exquisite sight, . Otherwise my belly would have been scratched and bloodied.I felt a lick against my face. It was Dagon. Then his tongue was against my lips and I opened my mouth and I impulsively pushed my tongue out to meet his.My goodness. I was French kissing a dog! Our tongues slurped together and I wished I could cuddle his face to mine but my elbows and arms were supporting the weight on my back.Then Dagon moved away but then pressed his side against me and peering under him I could see the pencil of his.