Duke was blaming everyone, including me.Bob Jackson was in my office almost before I got the seat of my chair warm. "Are you OK? Looks like one heck o... a crash?"I unbuttoned the uniform shirt. I was not wearing a bra - not that I did that often - and I always wore the vest, but this morning I could not even stand having the bulletproof vest on.As the black and blue shoulder and breast came into view he said, "Oh my God. Why don't you go back home; things are slow, the day shift can handle it?". M...maybe I should get cleaned up, comb out my hair and get all thismakeup off then get changed back into my other clothes. It?s getting lateand I should be heading home. Ruth will be starting supper,? he gasped asMadge looked him over.After hours of being fully dressed and busy with the cookies Timmy wasn?tred-faced anymore. The pain of the foundation garments and the pinch ofthe high heels were evident. Madge giggled.?Well, well princess. Do you feel like a little housewife now? Do. She gripped his ass cheeks hard, and swirled her tongue about the smooth head of his cock. He was dripping again, and with a cry of ectasy, Peggy swiped at his piss hole, licking up the beads of juices. Lifting her face, she gazed at his cock. Her eyes were fiery, and her tongue licked at her lips. " Johnny! Ohhhh, baby! " Eagerly, Peggy dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. She presed down, letting his cock spread her lips. The smooth head penetrated her mouth, and Peggy shivered. . ”Glen nodded and stated, “I’ll take care of the Metchettes.”“I know you will. You really surprised me when you gave them your old truck.”Glen just grunted. He said, “Couldn’t drive three hours back and forth every day taking them to work.”Laughing Dale retorted, “Yeah, right. Why are they still living with you?”Glen shrugged his shoulders as he wondered that himself. Why hadn’t he chased them out of his cabin already? He couldn’t answer that question without admitting that he had begun to care.