I painted a dance studio in town last year. But I’m no expert.”“How about that nightmare?” She thumbed her porch, which sported an intricate r...iling that had seen better days.I wandered over. The ancient white paint was highly chipped and flaking off.“You want it stripped down and painted?” I asked.“I’ve been meaning to get it done for some time now.”I examined the rails for a bit. “Yeah, I could do this. Do you have the paint already?”“No.”“Well, it’ll take me a while to strip all that old. And when my face turned red with people laughing at me, that made for another chance to humiliate me. If I answered questions in a training class at work, he humiliated me for answering. If I didn’t answer, he still found a way to humiliate me.I realize now that humiliating people served 2 purposes for Josh. It was a way for him to build himself up but it was also a way for him to manipulate others into doing his work for him. Josh would regularly ask me to do parts of his job or cover for him. “Ja, lutsche seinen Schwanz,” the lilt of her voice purred every jagged syllable. “Yes, suck my cock,” his tone weak and airy.Licking around the head, I taunted him for more and got it. I felt the ridge of his glorious cock and teased it with my tongue. He fed me, a little deeper each time, until the spasm of my throat made him bellow loudly. I choked a little and he withdrew, next time, he pressed a little harder until I gagged. I explored him, eyes closed, the smooth heat of his taut sac,. The juices from inside her ass were starting to get up and around my cock shaft and it was making things far easier, slicker and dirtier - and I loved every second. Her asshole and anus was like a vice on my cock, and the inside had a dirty, almost sandy friction all around my cockhead as I dragged it back and forth through her ass. I thought to myself the shower is definitely the best place for this. Anne was starting to push back too, and was making low grunty noises again, god I loved.