I really need this job. I promise it won’t happen again.”“I thought that you might say that, and I’ve been thinking of what I should do. I hav... an idea, and if you agree to it, you can keep your job. And based on the report I saw, I even think you’re going to like it.”“Thank you. I know you won’t regret giving me another chance. Thank you. What do you want me to do?”“I want you to stand up and take your clothes off.” Connie smiles at her.Kate just sits there dumbfounded. “What did you. I was wrong.The porn shop is by a big university so that def helps. I walked in and there were so old chubby guys and I wasn't to interested in tasting their cum. So I kinda just walked around and looked at some porn and waited. When I was getting ready to leave I seen a young very good looking, a little chubby, guy come in. I smile and seen him walk in the booth. I quickly move to the both next to him and hoped you wanted a blow jobs. I took a booth in the middle so I sat and waited for his. Latterly, uncle Bill had often been roped in to help keep young Mark’s old wreck of a car on the road as well. Becky and Jill’s cars had never been as much of a problem, because they drove them with a little more consideration of the vehicles age. Bill had just settled himself in a chair on the rear patio and was about to light his evening cigar when the telephone rang. Placing the unlit cigar on the table he mumbled, ‘Shit!’ and struggled to his feet again. ‘Bill Mathews!’ he said harshly into. He knew that body naked and rocking with indescribablepleasure. He knew those breasts and the strength of those hips, the taste ofthat mouth and tongue, and the hot slick satin between her legs. But the last thing he wanted was to be enslaved by that body. The last thinghe needed was to be dependant on her caresses, on the expert tug of her mouthon his cock. He didn't want to know her; he only wanted to have her. And so, after a futile night seeking the like, he came to her in their.