After about five minutes, an older, bald-headed man came out. He was shorter than I was, maybe five-eight, a little over weight but not really fat, wi...h small square framed glasses."You must be Mister Grey. I'm Ted Baker."I stood up, shook his hand and said, "Thank you for the opportunity to interview for this job." Well, you certainly have manners. Follow me back."He had me sit and fill out an application, which was easy seeing as how I had no advanced schooling or work history. After a few. Moaning loudly my first orgasm hit me. John kissed me hard and stood with me still on his cock. He lay me on the bed and began pumping some more. Lifting my legs and spreading my thighs up to his shoulders, he reached down and pressed his thumb on my clit."Oh, gawd! Oh, fuck yes, that feels so good. Oh, ahhh… yesss," I kept yelling and moaning as another orgasm hit me. His thumb kept me in orgasmic bliss, he pulled out and rolled me over. Kissing up my spine he grabbed a bottle from the side. I gathered as much of the quilt around my waist and made for the door. Outside I heard tapping toes. Gods, I wished I remembered whose apartment this was. As I opened the door and took a step through, I tripped. The quilt fell away from my waist and I was fully exposed. Whoever it was started laughing hysterically. I looked up and saw Elicia and the previous day came flooding back to me in waves, the funeral, the coffee shop, the dancing, the blow job, the humping on the couch, and the falling. We were talking about casual stuff, which drunk people always do. I was caressing her shoulders and back from above the t-shirt. Slowly I started massaging her arms and moved the t-shirt from arms towards the shoulders and kept on caressing. Then I started caressing bare skin of her shoulders. We both were enjoying the buzz from alcohol and were silent.While massaging her back when I reached her lower back I inserted my hands inside the shirt and started massaging. She didn’t say anything so I.