Women take shit like this personal. But logic or not, he was worried he would at least break into a grin when he faced her, but then it crossed his mi...d that she might just be hurt. Oh, shit. I need to see if she’s okay.Inside, he realized Jasmine could be in real trouble. She was in the middle of changing clothes, her hair still a mess. Even with the aborted glance he gave her, he had also seen how red her skin was, and her hands seemed almost chalky white, tinting toward blue, and she was. I guess that’s what I get for being stupid.” John explained in a defeated tone.“Hmm, I have two jobs to offer you then. First, the one that I think would do you the best: work in our call center in Pasadena. You have a good personality, IF you can keep your mouth under control…no saying ‘Fuck’, that’s non-negotiable.” I offered.“Sir, you said there was two offers, what’s the other one?”I thought to myself, great…he didn’t just jump at my first offer. He wants to hear all the options before. The other hand held the base of my saliva slickened shaft that his mouth and tongue ravished until I sounded a blasphemy of words that had my aunt heard, would surely have earned me a slap and a mouthful of soap.It wasn't but a few minutes of eagerly performing my duties in returned favor, when the familiar twitch gave way to several throbs ejecting his half-ounce of warm bitter milk. The hand on my head was again applied but only lightly to tousle my hair after his orgasm. I surmised that he. I approached him and thanked him for the compliment and as I neared his truck I could see that he had his very hard cock out and was slowly pumping it. We chatted for a few minutes and as he saw me looking at his cock he said that I could reach into the window if I wanted. I reached in and started stroking his cock, after a few minutes he opened the door and turned in his seat. This looked like an invitation to me so I dropped down and began licking the purple head of his cock. Hearing his.