It was coated in the cum that still drained from her open cunt."Do you have a nice tight asshole? Do you take it in the ass, Bitch?" he asked.Chris te...rfully shook her head 'No'. She had occasionally dabbled in anal sex, but that was years ago. It had hurt too much the last time, and she had sworn off of it. "Well, don't you worry none. This won't be your regular ass fuck. It will be a pressurized one." Having said that, he stuck the cold nozzle through her tight anal ring. The cum eased its. Over the next four months we worked our way through the remaining jobs. The jobs were now all done. Almost all of the tools needed by our workers were owned by themselves. The company had purchased the expendables that they needed (sandpaper, saw blades, router bits, etc) we also had provided zero interest loans for workers who had to replace a tool that finally wore out (electric drills, circular saws, reciprocating saws, etc). The only permanent equipment were the work trucks. Each of the. He parlayed that strong working relationship into a reference to be hired by the small town police force. He was one of eight sworn officers on the force. But, Randy had been reluctant to get married. He didn’t want to have k**s from which he could ultimately be separated through deportation.He backed his blue 2014 Ford F-150 that had an extended cab and grey vinyl interior. Randy knew it wasn’t the top of the line, but he was building his American dream. In addition to this truck, he’d been. Then, up on the left appeared a clearing. There was a mailbox with the number one, which was Joe’s address. There was a driveway and I pulled in. The house was set back several hundred feet. It was a cabin actually, very quaint looking. I slipped my cutoff jeans back on, got out of the car and went to the door. I knocked. Soon the door opened. There was Joe, dressed in a tight tshirt, tight bathing trunks, and sandals. “Hey, baby, aren’t you going to give me a hug?” I asked. He opened his.