Martin. She stood waiting for me to finish. When I hung up, I just shook my head and said “Wow! That woman is audibly fuckable. She has the greatest...voice I’ve ever heard. What a Southern accent! Maybe this assignment won’t be as bad as I had thought.” My secretary, a very nice but rather dumpy 48 year old mother of four shook her head at my language. “Drew, please don’t use language like that unless you plan to back it up. Besides, she’s probably an elderly black lady.” “Thanks, Carol, for. My second mistake was a slight moan escaping my lips. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but he heard it and took it that I enjoyed it. I felt his hands slide between my legs and push them apart; he shoved a finger inside of me. I heard a laugh come from behind me as his finger assaulted my sex. “So my sweet little cunt’s a virgin after all?” His voice a kind of sing song, as he continued moving his finger in and out of me. He roughly shoved another finger deep inside of me along with the. He was often outside working on that thing, and that’s what drew my attention, because when he did so he was usually clad in a wife beater and a pair of cargo shorts that nevertheless hugged his ass. What a fine ass it was, too, a perky little thing that always seemed to fill out whatever he was covering it with. He was a small guy, maybe 5-7, with dirty blond flyaway hair that hung down to his neck, usually held in place by a ball cap. He had some kind of fringe growing along his jawline, a. A pole dancer. They’d never done it, but she was a real tease, and he increasingly wondered what it would be like to be with her. Could she be that volcano that went off with increasing fireworks each and every time? He’d never know if he didn’t give it a try. He was nearly thirty. Time was running out and he knew there was more. * * * * ‘Wow, who are you? You certainly aren’t Tony.’ ‘The powers that be have switched managers on their stores for the week,’ the cat woman answered. ‘So, for this.