I'm not sure why she decided I should do it instead of having my awesome producer make this toast." I raised my glass to Rhonda and everyone in the ro...m applauded. "I'm a product," I continued. "You all set up a manufacturing facility, hired workers, and made it possible for me to exist. You did the work that turned this old barn into this incredible home and studio." I lifted my glass this time to the eleven at the counter. "I cook. I make up recipes. I entertain people. I'm just a product of. ” Milton knew that he should have made his presence known to her the minute he came over. "Oh hey, Milton." Ashli smiled when she saw Milton standing there. “Hey.” Milton stuttered when he saw Ashli’s warm smile. Her smile made him feel even more guilty for having watched her just now. Though even now that Ashli knew that he was there, she still didn’t cover herself up. “Sorry, I just dropped my contact.” Ashli apologized to him as she went back to looking. “Oh, would you like for me to help. I didn’t feel as if Doctor Mercer was trying to play Yente.”Father Nicholas laughed softly, “She’s Jewish?”“Yes. Her grandmother was a Russian Jew who was expelled from the Soviet Union.”“Are you going to ask Mrs. Sokolova or one of her friends for help?”“I think I can do this research on my own, Father. Appropriate research.”“I should think so, Subdeacon! And if you are taking the ‘matchmaking’ approach even without using a matchmaker, don’t forget there are at least a dozen girls in the right. Beebeebeebeebeebeep! What the fuck? Someone has unlocked the door and come into the store!! With the intensity of the situation, I slam the bathroom door shut and blast into him, thrusting all the way in, I fill his rectum with my throbbing cock and flood his cavity with my boiling semen. He gasps at the sudden impalement, but he doesn't cry out. "Sorry!" I murmur under my breath. "So much for acclimation..." "Its okay, I've cum in you before today, but I've been waiting.