Me: I think we need something to make it greasy.Aron: do you have oilMe: yes wait for a second I will bring it.I searched for oil and but I found a lo...ion and I thought it would do as well. I then lubed it on his hole and on my cock. Now we were both ready I slowly pushed my cock in his hole Aron: ah ah it hurtsMe: you wanted itAron: yes but I didn’t know that it would hurt so muchMe: it will hurt in the beginning a bit but you will enjoy it after some timeAron: are you sure I don’t want to get. Until then you were merely an indistinguishable cog ina giant corporate pleasure and pain machine. Flatsy eyed me closely, but a direct glance from Miss Riley encouraged herto continue. ?Mandy, did you or did you not misfile this? she held a manilafold accusingly, ?under ?F' instead of ?Fe'?!?!?? The once confident voice was broken, ?I, uh, yes, but I had to copy?? ?No excuses! You mis-filed this file! You are a bad little office girl! Aren'tyou?!?? Flatsy demanded petulantly. Miss Riley's eyes. And I gave raj a little break. I told him he was free to watch TV. So he did. And later, time to study. It reached 11 pm. He was already sleepy. I could see that in his eyes.I went kitchen and took my chance. I mixed two sleeping pills in a glass of milk and went to my room and offered him to drink. He didn’t know about those tablets. He drank it, smiling. And then I called him to sleep. I took him to my bedroom. The bed is comfortable for two persons to sleep, with two pillows and a bed sheet.. It looks pretty rundown but I think it what that guy told” From a nice blue car, two men appeared to admire a place that once hosted a bar and club close to Steelport’s coastline. One of the men, dress with a camo shirt and army-like pants, was a 26 year old former Army standout named Chris Wallace, and the other, sporting a white polo shirt and jeans was a man on his 30s named Victor Thomas, himself who worked sometime at the publishing business. The two were friends for some time and decided.