My owner then proceeds to help me by pullingthe back legs of the suit over my own. The back legs of the suit havecircular holes at the end which allow...my kneepads to pop through butwon't ride up my legs any further due to the shape of the kneepads andlack of elasticity in the material. This allows for me to walk around onall fours without wearing out the material on my knees. Similarly thefront legs of the suit are open at the end but this just lets my pawsslip through and the material sits at. So, do you want to make love to me?” “That wasn’t the question you asked before!” Jason blushed. “Sure it was,” Rachael teased. “I. . . uh . . . I . . .” “Come on Jason. You can tell me. I wont tell Dave and I wont get offended if you say no. Now, do you?” “Yes,” Jason blurted. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.” “Good,” Rachael said. “Because I want to make love to you. .. I... I just have to get out..." No you won't!" he hissed through clenched jaws, his flinty eyes raking over her hungrily. "Now, you sit right here while I make us both a nice soothing drink, then we'll discuss the situation sensibly, eh?"Toni leaned slowly back against the desk, but rigidly so, the idea of something to brace her nerves not exactly repulsive to her.Milt grinned, patted her on the knee and walked to the portable bar. "You're really in love with that punk, aren't you?" Toni. ”“Well, it’s been ten years since my wife fucked or sucked me so a hand job instead of me jerking myself off sounded damn good.”“Jerking you off sounded like a good idea to me too. Your cock is sure fat in the middle. I could get a good grip on it!”He chuckled.“I better take off. I need to find a motel for the night.”“I thought you wanted a job?”I replied, “I sure do.”“Alright, here’s the deal. I have an opening for a stock person, forklift operator and merchandise handler. The salary is $2,000.