I’m Ed Biggers, but you can call me Ed. I take it you are from the temporary agency.”“Yes, I am,” replied the woman. She looked over Ed as tho...gh she smelled something bad and said, “I’m not sure that I want to work for you.”Her words rang true and Ed sat back to examine her. In a calm voice, he asked, “And why might that be?”“I don’t work for racists,” said the women as he looked at him. She didn’t trust cowboys, poor whites, and rich whites on general principles. She would work for rich. “W..wait, leave them on. Make me soak them,” she whimpered. “I wanna wrap them around your dick and jerk you off with them.” She flashed him that cheeky grin that drove him insane. Thankfully, the alcohol consumption made him keep some control over his heavy balls or he would have jizzed in his pants.Sienna was probably the best and worst thing that ever happened to him. She was delicious, a delectable beauty that he just couldn’t get enough of. She made him feel so good; so good he could bust. I lay there once again, glad that I was here and focused on letting her ride. A shift on the bed told me someone was near and legs bumped against my head. The wonderful familiar smell of an aroused pussy filled my nostrils and I stuck out my tongue in sweet anticipation. Another slap told me I had violated some rule somehow. “Mouth closed, don’t move,” she said. Fuck! Smelling and feeling that warm pussy made my cock throb inside the pussy that was taking its toll on my resistance. Somehow I. Stopak's death signaled a huge change in things. I had also started worrying that the voice might blame me for causing it in some way. I had made good use of my time off from the Market, spending most of everyday with Carolyn and her brother and sister. Every morning we'd take the little kids to the playground and let them run themselves completely out of energy. Once we got them back home for their naps, Carolyn and I had at least two hours of quiet and privacy to make love, and cement our.