’ ‘8920 Western, apartment 309. There isn’t an elevator.’ ‘Charlie, I’ll be there in an hour. By the way, I’m really good in DB.’ Fift... minutes later I walked up the stairs of a sixty-year-old building that showed every one of those years and knocked on the door of 309. She opened the door, she looked like shit. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and pants with worn flip-flops for shoes. Her hair was a dirty blond that hadn’t been washed in a day or so. But it was her sunken eyes—an equal. “Now I hear you have been quite unwisely ignoring her advice this morning. I’ll have your promise that this will never happen again, I expect you to be attentive to every single detail and request, no matter how unusual, if you intend to succeed here. Now, do I have your word?”“Yes sir, of course.”My throat was dry. His words sounded polite, even friendly but I knew this man had the ability to fire me, dooming me to my personal hell of small town life, boring marriage and probably five kids. I felt it pop in and my anus relaxed a bit and the pain resided some. He was slapping my ass and manhandling me, laughing all the time. Finally it was back to cock sucking time. With that gorgeous cock in my mouth, I forgot about the pain in my ass; all I could concentrate on was his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. He was now fuckin my mouth, making me gag a lot. A pool of my spit was forming on my floor and my jaw was aching, but I wanted more. I was getting better at it, taking his. First of all, Violet agreed to be present around 3 p.m. on Saturday afternoon instead of arriving at 6 p.m. in the evening. In addition, it became the new norm to stay overnight at the condo until Sunday instead of going home late Saturday night. Initially, she would come home in the early morning on Sunday but that quickly changed to late Sunday afternoon allowing them to continue their sex marathon throughout Sunday. She would be riding herself silly on his big cock and forcing her body to.