The boy that looked back at him was almost a man- at least he thought so. He was broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, well toned from weight lifting a...d sports. His hair was neatly trimmed, as was his Van Dyke beard and mustache. He was dressed in khaki slacks, a light blue dress shirt, a blue blazer, and penny loafers. His fathers old cashmere topcoat didn’t quite go with the ensemble, nor did the fedora by the door.With the battered face, broken nose, and the scars, he didn’t look jolly. He. He put his hand on my shoulder and we both went in our bedroom.He clapped three times and Lisa jumped to get into position. On her knees with her ass up and her face flat on the bed reaching between her legs to grab her high heals . Rob got up behind her. He took his thumb and made like he was Hitch hiking. He put his thumb on Lisa asshole. Lisa looked back and said taking a thumb in the ass boss, as Rob pushed it in her. He then put his cock in her Pussy and she said taking it in the cunt. He was this Indian fuck who had started out six months ago in a satellite firm overseas and transferred into a management position. He was a big fan of cramming as much shit into an eight hour work period as humanly possible. He would watch the clock when you went on break and even come and escort you back to your cubicle from break at times. Sometimes I felt like clocking this dick, probably because he never stopped smiling the whole time he was balls deep in your ass.I know the bastard had it. There wasn't an inch of her body not covered in shinyblack, save for her fair face. Her shoulder length raven hair tumbleddown from an officer's cap and she held her hands behind her back; asturdy crop fixed in her grip. Her expressions rarely revealed it, butAbigail was having the time of her life.Evelyn, Headmistress of Personnel, felt like she was home again. She'dgrown up on a farm and now she was managing one that was way more funthan any cattle ranch or dairy could hope to be.A brown.