Finney couldn't look away. Ezquerra stood there with his stubby little cock growing from his crotch like an angry red mushroom."Dude! What the fuck?" ...inney said."Gonna fuck the flower, what do you think," Ezquerra replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.He spotted Finney's disgusted expression."It's awesome, dude," he said. "It's like this is a magical sex toy plant or sumfink."He grabbed one of the large flowers and steered it down to his crotch.He noticed Finney was still. "I'm sorry, Cybill, but I'm not going to put on an apron," he saysdefiantly."I do apologize, I was out of the line here," she says, then stands upfrom the table and goes to the kitchen.Seconds later, she comes back with an apron in her hands."Good enough?" she asks no one in particular as she holds my mother'sfloral, lace trimmed apron against her."Please, allow me," she says. "Sometimes, we need to treat our women likeladies, so please, let me put the apron on."My father, perhaps foolishly. An orgasm is the only thingthat helps.But it is very difficult trying to lead a normal lifewhen you have to give yourself six or more orgasms aday. Several years ago I only had to do it four times aday and I could handle that. I would rise, eat breakfastwhile still in my robe, and just before I dressed to goto work, I would suck my tits and finger fuck myself toa climax. That would hold me until the lunch break.At lunch time I would excuse myself, lock myself in astall in the woman’s. We work together as sales associates. She always wears these sexy tight skirts to work. I often would wonder what she looked like underneath those sexy cloths.During her first few months I found Anne to be very sweet and shy, not the typical personality for a sales position. One night about 5 of us were working late till 9pm for a huge project with a Vancouver firm. As we finished I joked with Anne about needing a drink after that day. To my surprises she agreed and said we should go to the.