I finally moved over to Benjamin and did the same to him. His cock was the biggest one…As I sat back in my place, I told them I needed to be fucked....Rowan and Phillip took me to the men’s room, pushing me into a very filthy stall. Rowan said he would go first.He lifted my mini skirt and made me bend over the toilet.I felt then his hard black cock invading my wet horny cunt from behind. He grunted and began slowly fucking me. As I was bent over, Phillip pushed his very hard cock into my mouth I. I take care of my partners but I keep control of the amount of cash that never hits the register. You can't be a pig in this business. The tax people can get access to your alcohol purchase records, and with that they have a pretty good idea what your sales volume should be. If you're a pig and take too much, you end up in the slaughterhouse. I keep two sets of books: one for the tax people to see, the other stays in my head. I know how many sales dollars were never recorded and can calculate. Sie half Frau Schmidt bei der Aktenablage. Frau Schmidt war eine etwas pummelige Angestellte in der Finanzabteilung, die aber stets korrekt gekleidet war und ihre Figur gekonnt in Szene setzte. Sie trug ein schwarzes Kostüm mit Knielangem Rock und einer weißen Bluse...ganz klassisch. Sie hatte langes, blondes Haar und trug eine Brille...immer dezent geschminkt, mit rotem Lippenstift. Nina wusste Frau Schmidts alter nicht, Sie mochte aber noch keine vierzig sein. Es war kurz vor zwölf, als Herr. Jason was decidedly gay, though he did a good job of covering it up. As far as roommates goes, he wasn't a bad one at all. Most weekends he was gone and didn't come back until late Sunday evening, so on those weekends that Laura and I were strapped for cash and couldn't afford a hotel off base, it was nice to know that we had some privacy in my room. Because it was a training command, having a guest of the opposite sex in your room was extremely regulated: door must remain open, they had to be.