“Remember, my mission in life is to get you home in one piece, so that your wife can keep nagging you. Do I have to drive you home now, so she can n...g me instead?”“No! Then she’d nag me for dragging you home so she could nag you!”Friday, May 2nd, was in the middle of my fourth week on patrol. The weather was nice that day, starting in the sixties and moving up to the seventies and higher, but it was breezy and more hazy than bright sunshine. We got out onto Matucket’s thoroughfares and were. "My supervisors?They got wind of what I did and how much I owe Bob, and I'm in a lot oftrouble if I can't fix it. Plus, I'm getting way behind on my quota forhelping people!"My sympathy for Stan was slowly being replaced by my annoyance of him inthe last week. I know he saved my life, but my muscles were sore fromhauling boxes, and I too have been falling behind at my real work."Stan, I don't know what else I can do. I'm trying to be a good sport,but enough is enough. Sometimes businesses. I nodded.I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy Violet's blowjob. It had been getting hard with having to answer all my friends questions. Violet had grown quite skilled, her head bobbing rapidly, her cheeks sucking in and out as she pleasured me. And her tongue, sliding about my cock like an agile little snake, increasing my pleasure with every second."Here it comes, slut!" I moaned and Violet sucked harder at my cock, eager to taste her master's cum. I shot three, quick blasts into her mouth and. He knew who she was. Alecia Martin. She met his gaze, green eyes dancing. Slowly she crossed, uncrossed, then recrossed her legs. A smile curled on the tips of her lips. Blane sucked in his breath and his cock twitched in his pants. She was wearing no underwear. And she knew he was looking at her. Blane shuffled some papers on his desk. Opened up his lesson planner, making notes here and there. He looked up to the sound of plastic unwrapping. She was un wrapping a lollipop. She looked directly.