I tense up and he stops.“Relax, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you. Have you been hurt before?” He says with a strange look of concern on his face.... look at this guy. Are you kidding me? Is he really trying to show compassion after he paid me $500 to fuck me who knows how many times? Is this guy for real? I look into his eyes and I swear I see compassion. He rubs my boobs gently as he looks at me. He kisses my forehead and then my cheeks, my nose, and then my lips very lightly. I feel my. This is the third Friday she’s been there, and word must be getting around because there’s always a line. She stays five or six hours and it’s been good for business.”Curious he made his way to the bathroom. There were 2 stalls with floor to ceiling panels, and a line of 4 guys waiting outside the closest one. “Take a number they joked.” He waited. Every 5 to 10 minutes a guy would leave the stall and the next would go in. Everyone one of them saying something like “Fuck, that was. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Ok" she answered while still stroking my cock looking up at me with her beautiful hazle eyes.I instruct her to turn around and she does, getting on her hands and knees on the bed. I then come up behind her and play with her pussy with my dick, rubbing it against her pussy, slapping it against her pussy watching as her juices covered my dick and also flowed down her legs. "Please stick in already, please, I'm ready for you"I than press my dick into her pussy.. " Great." Pat thought. "If the bags being heavy isn't bad enough, thestairs are almost murder to bring things up and down." Pat just noddedand did as he was told."Here we're going to be getting the white shirts soon." Carol said toRoger."We'll be switching next month." Roger said."Going to end up buying a lot of bleach," joked Carol. "We're going tobe a mess by the end of the day. Especially the meat and seafoodpeople."After spending a half hour on the trash, Pat spend an hour going up anddown.