It became one of my biggest fantasies and I masturbate to it all the time.I began to think about which of the customers I’d sleep with. There is a s...aff cloak room that no one ever goes in during shift with PRIVATE written on the door. One time during the rugby finals I fucked a guy in there during the second half. Then carried on as if nothing happened with his scent all over me and his cum between my legs.He had a cute grin and I was his the moment he looked at me. He spoke with a booming. I never saw her again and I only ran into Brad a few times downtown. We didn’t’ say anything to each other and that was fine with me. A couple of weeks later I got contacted by Tammy’s lawyer. By this time I’d made four copies of the scene where Tammy’s riding Brad fucking away with that silly hat on her blonde head. I still have the hat by the way. She left it on the floor just inches from where I’d fucked her nasty ass hole. Anyway, I had my lawyer send her lawyer a copy of the tape and. As for my business habits, Marley and I were partners in a local establishment that lent money to those who needed it. We were not "loan sharks" but had reasonable rates. To be honest about that, Marley wasn't too happy about our rates and tried to raise the often enough that it tended to raise a little bitterness between the two of us because I stood fast. We were making more than enough money and I had even suggested lowering out rates in order to bring in more business. Marley would have. He handed Sandy the phone and turned to leave her in private. She turned off the speaker.“Yes, mom, Dad’s taking good care of me.”Her eyes sparkled a bit, looking at her father.“Yes, I will. Yes, it’s still beautiful. I wish you could see this house.”She immediately regretted that after what her dad had done to her mom.“ ... Can I speak to Randy?”She whispered to him that she missed him badly. She did. She loved him. She did. She wished he was here. Well, partially.Her father discretely returns.