Plaid shirt and some tight jeanstop and baggy at the ankles. He also carried a backpackwhere pit his clothes.The foreman told me that he would go and ...ow to do the work, thenFormally introduced me to his work.- What do you call yourself?I asked the worker.-EEMM-Happy, I'm Gary.He said no time to my answer.And I pressed hard with his hand, he was tanned in the hard work.He spent a week until they had everything needed to get started.They arrived in early July, early or too, especially if you're. I noticed during breakfast that you very much enjoyed looking at her and even more helping her when I spilled the water on her blouse.” Not taking his eyes from your body, but blushing slightly, he responds, “Yes, Sir, I did enjoy all of that, but I am enjoying this a whole lot more!” Smiling I reply, “Well, because you did such a good job as our waiter, I have decided that you needed more of a tip, and you are looking at it right now.” Surprised, he finally tears his eyes away from you and. Would it force its way down my throat? Or would it force its way down my windpipe, choking me to death on human sewage? Did I have but a minute or two to live?She grunted, and I felt that solid mass of shit in my mouth force its way down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but what with my head pinned under 100 pounds of ass, it accomplished nothing but agony. I slowly fought my gag reflex and forced my throat muscles to swallow. With my mouth still jam packed with her feces, I coaxed that mass. She would discretely caress my thighs when we stopped at a stop light. Needless to say, by the time we reached the crowded entrance to the mall's parking my cock was straining a bulge in my jeans. In the brightly lit underground parking lot I parked the car in a corner spot, near the exit gate. I paused and took a few deep breathes as Aunty Sheen grinned and watched me struggle to hide my hard-on. I shook my head and smiled and finally stepped out of the car. Aunty Sheen didn't buy too much..