"C'mon in."I was led into a well-furnished living room in what was obviously hisapartment. He told me his name was Les Blanchard, and he was the owner..."So," he said. "you're a DJ, huh? How old are you, kid?"I told him I would be 19 in a couple of months, and he asked me aboutthe music young people liked nowadays and what I thought of it. I toldhim I liked most of it. He said he liked Sinatra, Tony Bennett, '50smusic and songs with words you could understand, but that "the youngfolks today, they. She asked: “Now Maria, why do you want a pay increase?”Maria: “Well, Señora, there are tree reasons why I wanna increaze.”“The first is that I iron better than you.”Wife: “Who said you iron better than me?“Maria: “Jor huzban he say so.”Wife: “Oh yeah?”Maria: “The second reason eez that I am a better cook than you.”Wife: “Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me?”Maria: “Jor huzban did.”Wife, increasingly agitated: “Oh he did, did he?”Maria: “The third reason is that I am better at sex. “Sir, since I’m your bartender now, I gotta ask, what the hell? You never drink when we’re underway, especially when you’re scheduled for night ops.”“Allyson was killed in an accident. I’m flying out on the next COD.” I slam back the drink and feel it burn down my throat, grateful that I can feel something, anything besides the numbness that had washed over me when I first heard the news.“Jesus sir! Is Rachel all right?” He asks as he pours me another four fingers.“I don’t know. I mean I was. I pulled her hair a bit and guided her up and down on my dick, she didnt need much urging, she knew what she was doing. She kept moaning - "dont stop, oh my god your tounge feels so good on my tight slit." She never lost suction of my cock as she was saying to Carson to keep going. She shuttered and shook as she came hard on his face. He got up and told us all to go to the bed. He put her on all fours and started railing her. I put my dick in front of her and she knew exactly what to do. .