She looked up when they walked in. Recognition showed in her eyes and she smiled. ‘Captain Flannigan,’ she exclaimed, ‘I’m so glad you stopped...by. The doctor was in a little while ago. He said it looks like Lonnie’s going to be just fine.’ ‘I’m glad to hear that, Mrs. Ames,’ Martin told the bulky, graying, pleasant-faced woman. ‘Mrs. Ames, this is Ann Wallin, she worked with Lonnie at the store.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ames,’ Ann said. ‘And I’m so glad to hear Lonnie’s going to be all right.’. She loaded the largest washer there with the bedding and settled in with a magazine. There was a TV on, too loud since it was set for the daytime, when the place was constantly humming with the sound of numerous machines running. The TV ran 24 hours a day, mounted high on the wall so that patrons could not touch it. Eventually, she found an article to get engrossed in and tune out the noise.In the parking lot another car pulled up. Peering into the windows of the laundry, he did not see her at. "Yeah, take it like a bitch..." my Master yells. I enjoy the pleasure Master is allowing me to have. I know that if I complain Master will truly punishment me. Eagerly, I work his cock. I lick up and down his shaft. When he lets me, I taste the flesh of his balls. I cannot get enough of sucking his sack. I can tell Master is pleased with me. All I want to do is play with myself; but, Master still has me tied up. He slides his slimy pulsing dick out of my mouth and jerks it. With his thumb he. “Marca, Bert said your 19, you been working the trade shows long?” I knew you had to be 18 to do this, something about company rules. “Yes, I’m 19. I was 19 last April, I do more modeling, you know runway things than trade shows.” “Will my dear, I need your card, my company can always use a nice looking girl to help close the deal. Bert said you were very good at closing the sale.” I think Bert told him I was a good fuck. I give him that ear to.