” I grabbed hold of the obviously used tire on a slightly rusted rim and pulled it out of the trunk. The dull ‘thwop’ sound it made as I dropped...it to the ground along with the failure to bounce at all told me the spare was flat as well. A quick inspection found the head of a nail in the tread and I told the girl I was pretty sure I could fix it for her if she followed me up to the garage. “By the way, I’m David.” She said, “It’s nice to meet you, David. I’m Kaci.” We walked up to the garage. He just seems like the kind of guy who started out a romantic.I pull the roll of tape from out of my purse and I attach Kate’s face to the paper bag.“So, are you ready for this?” I ask.He tilts the PBR back but he doesn’t finish the beer. His fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle as I lead him to the bathroom. I hang up my purse, turning the lock on the door before handing him the paper bag. He takes it, holds it gently. Then I unbutton my dress. He stares. He’s turned on even though. I saw his puckered little cherry. I am glad he just showered.I poured a generous amount of oil on both hands and massaged it all over the cheeks of his ass. And his lower back. And the backs of his legs. “That feels wonderful,” he muttered. “Good. I want it be pleasurable for you buddy. If at anytime you don’t like what you are feeling or if what I am doing is in any way wrong for you, just say STOP, ok?”“Ok.”I rubbed and massaged more oil onto Baxter’s accessible body parts. Rub, rub, rub. My. The lucky winner is Andrea. She instructs Rita to put her hands on her head and look straight into her eyes."What do you want me to do, Miss," smirks Andrea."Undo and remove my skirt, please Andrea," stammers Rita, blushing deeply.Andrea smiles as she lowers the skirt and has Rita step out of it. Andrea orders Rita to keep looking at her and leans in and French kisses her boss. Rita finds herself becoming strangely excited. She is shocked though when she feels the typist's hands inside the back.