The pink snapper. Stupid horndog, lowlife, Lyin’ Drill Kitten ruined it for everyone. Stupid chubby chaser. He coulda done so much better.Look at th... cooze JFA was pulling in. Every night. Sugartits Carilyn Manson blowing him in the Oval Office. That lucky bastard.Now here I am. I can’t get nothing. Can’t even jerk off in peace. This job sucks. I hate it!I hate having to shake hands, germy, gross hands, and listen to windbags and sniveling brownnoses like Lawn Sannity and stupid, boring. I take my hands from the camera and motion a recommendation of what to do next and he (eagerly?) complies. Hooking his thumbs back into his waistband he begins to pull down but as he does he slides his hands around until they are behind him. He only stretches the sides and uncovers his backside which is still hidden from view.No longer shaky, Steve looks like he is actually enjoying himself, but I still have more directing to do. I motion to him one more time and again he follows my lead. He. I felt as if my cock could cut a diamond. Annas skirt was up to her waist, and Walts knee was between her long legs as he struggled with removing her panties. I heard her said, No, god dammit, Walt. Stop it now! Walt wasnt about to stop. Her panties finally off, Walt slid down, held both legs in the crook of his arms, and buried his face in my wifes pussy. I heard her gasp all the way to where I watched gripping my rampant cock tightly. At first, she simply lie there, but after a while I saw. Habit, I suppose.Once upon a time, a hot shower of a morning had wake me up, but now, being awake didn't seem to be the challenge it once was of a morning.After about 10 minutes of walking, I had arrived at the supermarket. It was one of those 24 hour jobbies, near the main highway. Booze was stocked, and available not just cheaply, but in bulk. 1 liter of bourbon for $24? Bargain. One on the way to work, one on the way home.Boss said something about an inspection today so to play safe, I.