"Marla gazed at the Gult over the rim of her glass. I continued. "Marla,you've heard me go through this before. Either he's gonna fire me, orI'll e...entually blow and walk out. They are bastards and could care lessabout the clients!" We had, indeed, frequently spoken of my growingfrustration at my job as Clincial Director, which had been described to meby the big boss--Bert--as a great opportunity when he sought me out, butwhich had proven to be anything but.Marla spoke, "What happened. Sitting up again, she adjusted her hips and made a small mew of frustration, read another page, then set the book open on the table beside her and closed her eyes.“Tired, mom?’ I asked.“Uh-huh, and my muscles are achy from being on my feet nearly the whole shift. God I hate Saturdays and tourists!” I get cramps in my legs and crap for tips. I wish your dad was here, he’d rub all the right places and make me feel better from my toes to my tits, I mean the tips of my fingers that is.” But I. Then, as it moved forward a little further, he felt Mick’s hard belly push up against his ass cheeks. At the same time, Mick was gently rubbing Brett’s nipples with his finger tips. Mick began moving back and forth in a slow fucking motion as Brett held on to his own cock which was rock hard now. He couldn’t believe how good this whole thing felt. He had told Mick earlier that he was not ready to try taking anything like his monster up his ass and felt that this was a really good substitute.. I grabbed her tits and started fucking her throat. Beth bucked and jerked and slapped her hands on the floor, so I backed out again. She gasped for air and tried to speak. I knew what she wanted to say. As I pushed back into her throat I told her, ‘Relax, slut. You’d better get used to this. It’s one of my favorite things.’ Pia released Beth’s clit and with saliva and pussy juice dripping from her chin she said, ‘He’s lying, girl. Everything is his favorite.’ She laughed and then slapped Beth’s.