Plus Tyronecould be trapped in a parole violation. I could take care of it for less than a few thousand and guarantee all the negatives. I think Tyr...ne really isn'tin this for the money, he just wants the sex, and," he added, lifting up a corner of a picture, "I can't say I really blame him. She really do a good job,don't she? Still really fine lookin woman, Mr. Peddiwell." I pressed the photo he was trying to look at on the desk and thought about this. If Frank was only asking for. There was no real sleep, and we both knew that there was no chance of a future. She was married, but she hadn't seen her husband since his desertion. I had the impression that she fucked me to scratch her itch and retaliate for her hubby's cowardice. I just had the former reason, of course.That being true, I had no objection to again seeing this naturally blonde, All-American diner waitress with her playful blue eyes and lustful smile. Her admitted preference for male authority figures made it. I didn't evenhesitate. I ignored the risks of being caught and literally ran to thesliding panel, squirmed through, and leaped onto my prize! I grabbedthe little leather garment and brought it directly to my face,inserting my mouth and nose into the pouch that had held his cock andballs all evening. I inhaled his aroma and had just turned to climbback through the panel only to find that it had slid shut behind me.No problem, it had done that before. I'd just lift it up, climbthrough, and then. Then before Joan’s astonished eyes, her ass begins to open and a long, hot turds descends from her pouting butt. It strikes the water in the toilet with a resounding splash. As she squeezes a second one out. Michael shifts up and bites down hard on her clit. Barbara screams loudly and ejects the contents of her bowels like shot from a cannon. She collapses sated into Michael’s arms.“Fuck!” Joan exclaims softly, “That was so hot!”“I’m glad you enjoyed that.” Michael replied “Maybe you can help.