I set it down beside her, then leaned back on the other end of the couch, spreading my legs, and started stroking my cock suggestively. Lynda looked a... it, and then back at me, almost dismissively; raising her eyebrows but saying nothing. I resumed our dirty dialogue, taking up a side-road subject but still skirting close to my intended destination. "I bet a high class whore like you turns a few tricks a day." "A few," came the reply, as she downed a large gulp of water, chuckled to herself,. ... aaaaaahhh” as my semen literally poured into her pussy.I slowly slept over her breathing heavily and my cock once again became soft and got smaller and almost came out of her pussy. She slowly rolled me on the bed besides her. She was also breathing very heavily and as I turned and saw her, I noticed some red line marks on her lemony boobs. I realized that they were my finger marks as I squeezed her boobs very hard enjoying my ejaculation.I then slowly went close to her and gently holding. The brat was an immensely talented gymnast and was on the regional team, often bringing one of her team-mates home to have a sleep over. I usually hated the little airheads as much as I hated her; they were all self-centred little ego maniacs that believed all the bull she told them about me.But the girl that was in there with Stacy tonight was stunning! She was a slim brunette with hair almost as long as the brat's. They were stretching and seemed to be practicing some of the positions that. This gave me twenty minutes to receive a briefing from the person I was relieving, and to make sure everything was in order before I assumed responsibility for the generators.My job was to ensure that the spell running two of the power plant's generators was maintained and operating correctly. This was my only responsibility. Maintenance was the responsibility of others.There were plenty of non-magical jobs to be had at the power plant. The lineman, repair people, sales, janitors, all sorts of.