She was a woman in a man’s world. As the manager of this shop, she oversaw a staff of three men and almost all of the customers were male too. But n...t one of them aroused a spark in her. Some could, she imagined, do the job if the situation presented itself, and they must have wives and girlfriends. But at work, it was all banter of an old-fashioned, sexist type, which was mildly amusing at times but terribly dull in the main.You’re not a bad looking woman, she told herself later, as she stood. He showedme through to lounge offered me a drink and sat on the large blue leather sofa.I sat opposite him, hunched forward in a matching large oversized armchairnursing the unwanted drink. "Stan " I cursed my trembling stammering voice " I need totalk to you about what happened in my car on way back from fete". He noddedand I ploughed on. " I cant get my head around this - are you a paedophileas well as an incestist or whatever its bloody well called?" He clucked at me, disapprovingly " Ok. He handed the sticks out. “Its one, pause, two, pause, one, two, three.” he said. “One, clash sticks, two clash sticks, and one two three, belt the living day lights out of the bastards.” he said. “Now practice knocking cocoa nuts out of the cups so you get a feel.” he advised.We went up the smoke on Sat day. Cornish Riviera Express, first class. Didn’t even have to buy tickets, just showed the chap on the barrier us sticks and said we would greatly appreciate being granted a free ride.He. Stone had never spoken to her that way, and as spiteful as his tone was he started to feel as if the entire moment was something he was in with her. Rena almost seemed incidental now, as if she were just something for Nikki and him to be involved in together.Nikki purred and Stone could tell she was pushing her fingers deep inside herself while her other hand was steadily thrumming Rena’s clit. Rena was clutching the sides of the table, beginning to pull deep gasps of air into her body with.