I could hardly take it anymore. My heart started pounding at the thought of masturbating right then and there. I started looking for one of those pull...over spots while checking the clock for time, 4 am, 4:10 am… shit… soon it is going to be light out. As I get closer and closer to home I finally find a pull over off the back road close to the railroad tracks. I am so fucking horny that I can’t even think straight. A bit of light is starting to show in the sky, if I am going to cum I better do. I think?........but I really should start to get some work done." He reached out and grabbed my wrist pulling me closer toward him saying "Chrissie you have all day to work and I'll only be here a short time." "What would your father say if knew you were trying to sleep with the hired help?' I asked. "Ha! Why do think the old man is divorced? sleeping with the help is a family tradition." he said with a grin.Something was telling me I was making a mistake but just looking at his gorgeous. We can't let this worry us that much. Isn't healthy." She dabbed her eyes."Let's put on our jeans and go downtown for breakfast. I don't feel like cooking and I doubt that you do." Great idea. I know someone who will pout, though." Some days, I have to forget his problem and work on mine."They found an old-fashioned breakfast place owned by a local family. Been serving the same menu for fifty years. As they ate, he said, "Tomorrow, I am redoing my presentation. I thought I'd just start over and. She was from the school of thought whose mantra was if youve got it, flaunt it, and all of the clothes she had, did. She had undulated through life in tight, short, low-cut clothing that showed off her statuesque body, and as much flesh as the law allowed, and then some. She never varied from her titillating dressing policy, even though her choice of erotic clothing sometimes provoked crass, vulgar reactions from guys who were watching her strut her stuff, always looking like she was asking.