You will see me," followed by a smiley-face emoji with devil horns.I showed restraint from texting her again. Work needed to be done. And I knew if I ...ontinued our dialog, my brain would be wrecked. What has gotten into her? I thought. I honestly didn't care what the answer was, though, as I shoved that image to the back of my mind and cast every bit of mental energy into doing as much work as possible. I wanted to make the day go by at warp speed, nourish myself on whatever fast food was. 'Bitch', he said 'I'll throw your little faggot ass off of here if you don't suck my dick'. Terrified I said 'Alright, alright but we can't do it here some one might come along'. Clarence pulled me back over and said 'yeah, you're right. Come on I know just where to take your ass'. Clarence pushed me ahead of him back up the stairs to the fourth floor. We walked quickly down the corridor till we reached a janitors closet. Clarence pulled out his pocket knife and jimmied open the door, roughly. He really rocked her.Millie felt him from behind. She pushed back vigorously on his hard dick. She got very excited. Her breathing got faster. The feeling of being fucked shimmered through her body.She peered up at the screen and saw what the client wrote. “That’s so good! Keep doing it! I’m jerking! I’m gonna…”The words were like fire. Millie wanted him to see everything. She wanted him to see her creamy cunt, her asshole, her tits, her mouth, her lips, her hair, all of her. She wanted to be. I popped each load in a trash bag and then drove down to the Laundromat. Even if I would have to use their dryers until next month, I was not going to look like one of the campesinos who can’t speak English, pushing a shopping basket piled high with laundry. With my light skin and long face, I looked more Anglo than Latina, and I wasn’t going to spoil the impression.Actually, it wasn’t bad. There were a couple of Madres folding their now dried family laundry over on the tables, and three guys.