Everyone here seems so happy; I'm going to enjoy working here."First we are going to meet Mr. Greg Smith, the owner. He likes to meet with all new hir...s; it gives him a 'hands-on' perspective of the company." Yeah right, I never met him until yesterday when she showed up looking for a job. I wonder what attracted his attention. He never meets with employees unless they screwed-up big time and he wants his pound of flesh.Mr. Smiths personal assistant ushered Angie straight in, but had Ms. Cragge. With the other hand, he pressed my bum cheeks, right over my tiny hole. Then he picked me up in his hands and began ramming.My screams this time were purely a****l as I came and came. He was holding me off the bed and fucking me up and down on his cock as he jack hammered his hips at me. My legs and arms were completely limp and whenever I paused for breath in my screaming, I could hear my tiny pussy sucking at his pistoning cock. I was cumming non-stop now, completely possessed by. "This here is my wife, Lucille. Lucille. Buddy." Lucille was a true vision. Curvacious hips and a set of breasts that strained to be keep within her top. Her skin was the color of fine oak, her hair flowed in messy curls around her heart shaped face, and her full lips gave me slightly wicked thoughts. "Oh, Buddy, it's so nice to meet you. I hope you like the way we've kept the house." "It's just fine, Ms. Lucille," I said trying my best not to sound like a spoiled city boy. "This here is my. That's it. Have I left anything out?" You might want to write an obituary for the Ely Times," Agnes said.I nodded. "I'll do that, but I won't make it an announcement of the memorial service, as well." Are you going to have music at the luncheon?" Agnes said."I didn't think of music at the luncheon, but it's a good idea, Agnes. I'll look into that tomorrow, too." Shit kicking music, music that I like."With Grandma coming, we need to spiff up this place, do some accessorizing, Piper," I said..