She seemed to be overqualified for the lesser jobs and not experienced enough for the better ones.Thursday was no better and now Gwen was indeed begin...ing to feel twinges of panic. Their small bank account would see them though the month, but that was all and then what? She had to have a job.Pouring a glass of wine she realized this would help nothing and lead nowhere, yet as the memories of Howard, the impossible situation with David, and now the lack of any job prospects seemed reason enough. He was as tall as I was, but was slightly muscular. Looking straight ahead at the wall, he hauled out his cock and let loose a hard steady stream. I wanted to look at it, so I did. He had an uncut 8 inches (at least) and was pumping the skin back and forth over his thick cock head. He still hadn't looked at me, so I took the first step and reached over and took his hard cock in my hand. I jacked it for a while, then got down and started licking the cock head and massive hairless balls. He said". The flash of a strobe illuminated the two of us as we continued through the darkened maze. We stepped into a coffin room, full of coffins and fake dead bodies, or what we thought was fake dead bodies. The one at the end was a real person, scaring the two of us, as we rushed out of the room and back into a darkened corridor.A blast of cold air hit us. As we quickly stepped forward, I caught a glimpse of Valarie’s boobs, her nipples boldly protruding against the lycra covering of her stretchy. Exposing himself to me. He grabbed a hand full of hair lifting my head up. "I said, look at me!...". Meanly hitting my face. With a dirty grin, he started to wank off. I was made to look at him. Stroking a finger over his piss slit to remove some cock juice from it. Then sticking the dirty wet finger in my mouth. "Taste me, boy!... This is what you made me do!... I have seen you looking at my bulge all afternoon... Now taste it!... Dirty little bitch... Lick my finger clean... Suck on it!",.