It wasn’t her fault, she knew - if Sam hadn’t fucked that other girl earlier, it wouldn’t have taken nearly as long for her to get him to cum in...her mouth – but that didn’t matter. Her husband wouldn’t be happy with the day’s take.Sixty-two shirts meant $1.24 for six hours work, but as Sam carefully inspected them, he found two that had been improperly creased at the cuff, and set them aside. She’d be fined ten cents for each one, which left $1.04. She stood nervously while Sam pawed over. The problem was clearly with her mind, not her very delectable body.He considered recommending to Mr Steel that he try tying the girl to the bed, or thrashing her soundly before asking for sex. But while such remedies would enable the husband to have his way, the prospects for a long and happy marriage were slim, if such arrangements were required every Saturday into the far distant future. He finally decided on a more drastic solution.When Mr Steel arrived to hear the priest's verdict,. Putting her front paws on it, she looked back at me with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. It still amazed me just how dog-like she was in many of her actions.“Hold on!” I chuckled. “I didn’t just come up here to get you, I still need to get ready myself!”Walking to the closet, I grabbed a pair of long thermal underwear, a thermal shirt, as well as a pair of thick socks and the coat I would be wearing. After depositing all that on the corner of the bed, I stripped down and began. As my orgasm approached, I began trying to clench my ass cheeks. The girls could feel it as they held my legs spread apart. Jess responded by taking her big toe on one foot and lodging it in my ass crack. It caused me to jerk, but I continued my masturbating.My groan as my orgasm hit (or rather, tried to) was loud enough to startle Brent. My face contoured and I tried to pull my legs closed as the ache in my balls flooded in. The two girls, however, held me in place, spread eagle, until I.