If you can't do that Flora, find some other place to work. Perhaps a place where repeat business and profits aren't important."I barely made it home b...fore my mother. If she had seen what I'd just brought into my room, my goose would have been cooked. I put the twelve small packets in my crystal radio box. I took the now empty carton over to Mr. Graham's trash barrel. He lived a block away from our house. I shoveled snow from his walkway and driveway every winter. He was a widower, almost. They had asked Carl about joining a tenure track, but he declined. He turned out to be a real cool dude. The woman told us to call her Brigitte. She was from the Netherlands and in her late 50s. Her pale white skin contrasted with Carl’s dark appearance. In the Netherlands Brigitte had operated a sexual fantasy establishment. Sort of like Pete’s, but with customers on-site instead of on-line. Clients would explain their sexual fantasies and she would make them real. The exceptions were. I had never watched a couple having sex before and was surprised at how erotic it felt. Spellbound, I gaped at Evelyn's tiny opening stretched rudely around Evan's thick manhood; her pink folds rippling over the bulging veins and ridges that glistened with her juices. At the top of every stroke I could see Evelyn's opening contract as she flexed her muscles; closing up her soft sheath and holding it tight for Evan's iron manhood to open anew with the next thrust.Without thinking what I was. Regina asked me what he was doing. I told her he was cleaning up. She asked me if boys did that I told her “No” as boys can’t get physically get down there to do it.I asked Regina if she enjoyed doing that. She said yes it was exciting. I asked her if it made her wet. She said yes a little. We sat there a few minutes; I said we better get moving. She abruptly asked, “Can it do you?”I said “WOW, I don’t know.” She asked. “Wouldn’t I like it?” I told her,” Yes of course.” “Well let me than,”.