)He used to furtively glance at me while running in the morning and when I was going to the market. I knew I had to take the initiative, and then my n...ighbour’s son will automatically follow me.That day, all of us met in her house. My eyes were searching for him and not paying much attention to our talk. Then, I saw him going towards the kitchen.I had to start conversing with him, so I made an excuse and went to the kitchen to take water. Since it was lunchtime, he was taking his food.I waited. ”Her heart melted at his praise and the kindness of his voice, but the picture of his face as she looked up bent over the table, ass out, and legs spread kept her utterly mortified. She offered him a sad nod and met his eyes for just a moment.“So I don’t want to fire you. But to do that, I need to know what is going on. Help me, sweetie, help me understand. Tell me how this came to pass.”A lump welled up in her throat, “Oh, Mr. Basilton, I’m so sorry, I swear it’ll never happen again, I swear,. .ohhhh yeaaaaa, fuck me like the bitch dog I am," I cried over and over as I fucked my ass back hard against his ass pleasing fuck tool. Man this was what you call really having your ass plowed."YEA!! Take it you Bitch. I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget" (and I never have)."Ohhh look at his cock hungry ass eat that tool up," cried onr of the onlooker as he plunged his cock into my mouth. Boy talk about having both ends pounded - those too cocks put a unforgettable fucking on. The front entrance was a door beside an oversized garage door. I assumed they must get shipments in here of some sort, though I couldn’t imagine a sixteen wheeler negotiating the angles with Chicago traffic.I walked in.I was surrounded by walls of drygoods, furniture, and artwork. An old man in shirtsleeves and old-fashioned arm-garters poked his head up over a handcart of bolts of fabric to look at me. “Are you from the theatre?” he asked. “You weren’t supposed to be here until two o’clock..