We arrived at an apartment complex. She parked in an empty parking spot and I parked in one a few spots away. She got out of her car and I got out of ...ine, and I followed her up a path way, watching her smooth legs and ass as she walked. I'm really not one to stare at a girl's ass out of fear of being made out to be some sort of pervert, but somehow I just couldn't help it. We walked into the building, up a flight of stairs and to an apartment door. She opened the door with her key, and we. I frankly didn't care how they did it. I trusted Helen to be sure the food was excellent, or not to serve it.My new morning schedule began with breakfast at Helen's. Usually with Cheryl or some cop friend. It was a whole different group of people, who hung out at Helen's. More working blue collar types, who I loved being around anyway. I had enjoyed the older folks at Hardee's, and I even enjoyed the young families, but Helen fed what were really my kind of folks.After breakfast I would head to. A few strokes of my hands up from the base to the head, I finally leaned forward and guided it into my mouth. A satisfied moan filled the storeroom.I was never very confident in my abilities, especially giving oral, but something came over me. After a few minutes his hands left the sides of my head and were gripping the edge of the seat. The power I seemed to have over him for this moment began to turn me on. I was bound and determined to finish him off.I pulled my head up and continued to. Before she pushed it into me she withdrew it and I felt a cold, slippery sensation at my arse. “Bad girls take it here, don’t they?” I wasn’t shocked exactly, but it wasn’t something I’d been expecting, nor had I had anything bigger than a finger there before. “Don’t they?” she repeated, louder and at the same time, giving my nipple a firm pinch with her fingernails.“Yes, Polly.”“Good.” Quietly, she whispered, “Have you had this before.”“Only a finger.”“I won't hurt you.” She pulled my hips.