As he stood in line to purchase his popcorn and soft drink, more than one young woman his age checked out his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tight...butt. His job had been a better exercise program than any he could have purchased in the gym at the mall. Lifting and carrying heavy loads eight hours a day, and five days a week, had produced muscles. He hadn’t realized that he had been carrying heavy bags of concrete mix as easily as he had once carried a five pound sack of flour. The t-shirts. Then having loosed another roar and smacked the proffered bottoms hard, he knelt to claim his prizes. Once again it was cunningly disguised as to whether or not he penetrated; Clarissa suspected not, but it still held astonishing power when he thrust behind the blonde and she jolted, mouth wide like that kingly appendage was slamming inside her.He sham-fucked some moments, the object of his lust screaming ecstasy as he gripped her shoulder and unleashed primitive thrusts. Then with disdain he. .he's not really going toblackmail me, turn me into some sort of slut?....its just a joke, he'llbe in touch later and tell me so, I desperately tried to convince myself.I washed off my make-up and changed back into my guy clothes and vowed tomyself that I'd never dress again...Christ, what did I think I wasplaying at?...if he were serious about exposing me (he cant be, he cantbe, he CANT be! ) I could be ruined...my job...my family...arghhh....mywhole body trembled as the possible consequences. ”“I need Thursday the 7th and Thursday the 14th off. If you could take one of those days, I’d be quite happy to trade.”“Either one.”“Let me look,” Mr. Schmidt said. “Well, I can get you off the 14th, if you’re willing to take that shift. I was going to give it to Bob since you have seniority. The times really jump around.”“If you give me that shift off, and Doug takes the other Thursday, I’ll be quite happy. Times jumping around is no problem.”“It’s a deal for me,” Doug said.“Fine. Tell me your.