I responded to her kisses, running my hands over her back, down to the cheeks of her ass and between her thighs."I hurt you." Stop fretting, it had to...be done." She lifted herself and peered down at me. Her eyes were glistening and she was smiling."Are you really okay? I didn't hurt you?" I'm fine. I'm not a little girl any more. You made me a woman."We kissed passionately and when I rolled her onto her back she pulled my shorts down, freeing my cock."Are you involved with me?" I asked as I ran. I also water her fucking plants outside. And on occasion one of her bitch friends will stop by during my duties at that house. But nothing has ever come from it, in that the bitches just turn and leave when I say that my neighbor bitch is gone on a trip.I have though gotten a lot of fantasy masturbation sessions when I freak about one of those friends of her's coming inside and balling me in that house. Yeah... I know, pretty lame... I mean me on the spare bed in that house and jacking my dick. No point upsetting the pleb workers at the bottom that would only bring in the unions and end up costing money. The same with upper managment and directors who were too expensive to pay out and too costly to replace, plus they knew where the dirt was spread.Richard had last run this exercise three years ago and had seen a big jump in profits so he believed it would work again. Some of the names recalled memories of the last cuts as workers promised anything to hold on to their jobs."Ah yes,. Ihre Eltern waren irgendwie schon froh, als ihnen ihre Tochter eröffnete, dass sie nach Berlin gehen wollte, um dort zu studieren. Es war Sandras Eltern ein Rätsel, dass sie von so vielen Frauen im Dorf inzwischen angefeindet wurde, und darum hielten sie es wirklich für das Beste und unterstützten ihre Tochter, wo es nur ging. Die Schule hatte Sandra immer etwas halbherzig angegangen und das Abitur mäßig bestanden. Sandras Tan-te sagte immer, sie habe eben nur Jungs im Kopf – wie Recht sie.