There was no doubt in both Sam’s and Jenny’s mind that their sexual abandon was both a prelude to and a reward for marriage, along with the deligh...s of the two children born so close together. There were fewer photographs of Jenny in the later years of their marriage and none at all after their shamefaced visits to the clinic. There were no photographs at all of Sam’s other conquests in those years, except for Doris, his secretary, on one of the Accountancy firm’s occasional excursions,. “You can’t sell a car if it won’t start,” was the simple philosophy. And then after classes I showed up again to start detailing cars, the part I liked. I did not ever once sell a car.I wasn’t really sure they’d ever had a “lot boy” working for them before. I kind of got the impression they must have done the work themselves, perhaps Wally, he being the originator of car business. But he was quite adept at bossing, kind of a hard ass character, wanted to give me the impression I could easily be. ‘Oh no you don’t! All I’ve been able to think about for days is having your cock in my mouth, sucking you, and you spunking down my throat. Don’t you go spoiling my fun now!’ and she slid herself off the desk and, kneeling on the floor in front of him she took his cock in her hands. Her hands ran over its length and to his balls, weighing them in each hand, making his cock even harder. With a dirty little smile up at him, and a lick of her lips, she took him into her mouth. Looking down and her. ‘And for dessert, milk and cookies. And of course, beer.’ I noticed a slight twinkle in her eye, a sharp contrast to the face she made, sticking her tongue out in the process. I couldn’t help but notice the small stud that stuck out on top. ‘That’s Christmas dinner for you?’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I answered. ‘Wrong answer,’ she said. ‘I believe your next line was supposed to be ‘Bah humbug.” ‘Who, me?’ I asked, feigning indignation with my hand clutching my chest. ‘No. I like Christmas just fine. I.