"What do you mean?"My sadistic side was tickled. "I'll explain that in a few minutes." Setting my glasses down, I asked her point blank, "Do you want ...o keep your job?"She was momentarily flustered but quickly recovered, saying, "Well, yes, if I could find a way of succeeding at it."I smiled. It was classic Pauline. At thirty-eight, she isn't old enough to be my mom but there's still something maternal about her, and it shows in every aspect of her personality. She cares about her job as if it. They went into our HUGE stores, aghast. There is So much available, so little knowledge.I began to realize that they had their own, familiar products, back home. This was the beginning of my thinking. That is what started my foray into the world of the Hispanic Culture and this story.In November of 2001, I opened a Tienda. We feature meat (geared to the Hispanic taste), produce, canned and dry goods ... all imported from Latin America, or geared to their lifestyle, their likes and tastes.It was. Off in the distance we hear the warning ding! that announces the door's about to open on the 16th floor. A couple of teenage boys nosily mount the elevator and press the down button. The younger one glances back at us and says "Going down?" We nod our heads yes and pretend to watch the numbers as we descend. With my back to him, fly open, pants buckled, he is still thrust deep inside me. My voluminous skirt hides our indiscretion, but our faces almost give us away. Unable to resist, I. I stood up and looked as these two guys fucked you from both ends and slowly stroked my cock as I watched you get spit roasted.The guy at your pussy was pumping hard now and I knew it would not be long and I smiled at him and nodded as he started to pump his hot cum in to your dirty cum filled pussy. You came as he did this and tried crying out but the cock in your mouth gagged you and stopped the noise.He pulled his monster cock from your cum filled stretched pussy and I waved for them to swap.