I was a little nervous because I've heard how rowdy a work crew can get. I started to say no but then he stretched out his hand to me and I couldn't ...esist him. When we got to the truck, the foreman had the guys move around in the truck so that he was sitting in the back but there still wasn't room for me. He told me I would have to sit on his lap which I agreed to because one, it was only five minutes to where I worked and two, I wanted the pleasure of feeling myself pressed against. She’s always been very punctual. We rent from the Redbox kiosks which is in the front of the grocery store. While driving there, she said that she wanted to pick up just a couple of other things real quick from the store and asked if it was all right if I just went ahead and picked a movie while she grabbed her items. I agreed to do that, but I couldn’t help but think that this might be a big mistake. I’m horrible about movies. For some reason, I can’t remember names of movies or actors. I’d never realised how talkative he was.He kept talking, pausing only momentarily to exchange goodbyes with people who thanked him for the evening. I lost track when he started going into the details of Fairtrade coffee beans and instead found myself watching him talk in lieu of listening. Teeth. Mouth. He pushed his hair back even though it didn’t fall forward. A button-down shirt, open at the collar. A silver chain around his neck. It disappeared under his shirt so I couldn’t see if a pendant. I asked like what, and she said, “I have been having sex on a regular basis with someone in the firm and I want to start bringing him home and having sex here.” She went on to say, “I know how much you enjoy wearing lingerie, so I would have you be here at mine and his beck and call to wait on us.” I was so damn shocked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but at the same time my little cock was getting harder than it had been in years! I tentatively agreed. I did go ahead and retire, taking.