Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35...Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr etwas freundlicher geworden zu sein. Ich glaube nicht, dass es sicherer ist, ihn als. He did just that. As one hand pulled my ass open, the fingers on his other hand were busy pushing into me, delving into me deeply. I shifted myself to push back on his hand, letting him know that I was very awake. I heard him chuckle in the darkness; he always loved the reaction he got from me. He once told me that there was no greater pleasure in the world than taking a young lad who thinks he’s a ladies man and turning him into a cock-craving, pussy-boy whore. That certainly described me. I. Most of the street k**s in the Quarter ate there once a day. You just couldn't beat a big plate of red beans and rice with a big hunk of fresh bread and plenty of Buster's homemade hot sauce for 35 cents. And always meet up with friends and get the latest news.Ronnie thought about the 2 tricks he pulled last night, twenty bucks each just to get his dick sucked. Half of it went to Sweet Kate to cover a week's rent at Charlotte's apartment, and make sure he had a bed to go to at night if he made. I’ve missed your lips on my hard cock. I’ve missed your tight pussy. I’ve missed those nice tits hanging out and keeping me entertained.”He finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked up into my face at last. As if chiding a small child he said, “I’m very disappointed in you. Don’t wear a bra again. I don’t like you in a bra.”I almost couldn’t believe it when I heard myself respond. “Alright, Cory. I’m sorry.”He grinned and asked, “Did you miss me, Denise? Did you miss sucking my cock? Have you.