I found it amusing that Martin was the male equivalent of Sylvia. If they gave him enough to drink he would start showing scars and telling Jaws type ...tories. Hell back in the old days we would be doing it together. We would probably be surrounded by a crowd with both men and women. Too bad Sylvia didn't have any noticeable scars. She could start a riot.Pretty soon the lookers pretty much all had their picture made with one of the, so called, stars of the reality network. After that it was time. The bitch didn’t even offer to help me get the door open. Mr. Weston didn’t look up as I entered. “You can leave it right there.” He said.“Um, there’s more downstairs and I need the cart can I unload it here and go for the rest?” I asked.Now he looked up and he looked at me like I was some kind of unusual insect that had wondered into his office from a tropical rainforest. “If you unload it,” He began, talking slowly like I was an idiot, “How will I move it to the conference room tonight? I. Her fur jacket was open enough for her pink rosebud nipples on her mouthful size breasts to peak out.In her left hand she absentmindedly waved the crop back and forth while her right hand pulled the hem of her skirt up and stroked her shaved lower lips.Oh what beautiful painful exticy for Love and I watching,not allowed to touch,lust and love and pain all mixed up! Finally she finished and said"My that was refreshing,now Boy,come here"I rushed forward hoping.She held out her hands"Remove my. She was now facing me, as nude as the day she was born, and not raising a single finger to cover herself. I began to have a vague uneasiness of being overdressed; I took off my shirt.I was conscious that I was staring at her. Even more disturbing was the realization that I had an erection; in fact, had been having one ever since she unbuttoned her shirt back near the garage. It had grown when she had straddled me on the bike, her crotch pressed against mine. God! It had been there all the time..