“Laura, I’ll give you ten minutes to stopwhat you are doing.” His cock began to harden as hespoke.Then with a wink he said, “W...uld you give me a handto carry the leftover food to the cool room?” Ireadily agreed and grabbed a few trays of food andfollowed him. He closed the door firmly as we enteredthe cooler and he watched me as I stacked the foodaway. I turned around and saw that he had dropped hisshorts and was quietly flexing his rapidly hardeningtool. I stood. Three games later, we had a thirty minute intermission. As I snacked on some Bit-O-Honey morsels, Billy appeared beside me, again, “I gotta hand it to ya, Don. You got balls wearing that shirt in public. Has it got you any pussy, yet?”“You wouldn’t, fucking, believe how much pussy this shirt has led to. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but it’s brought me some sex with women from 16 to 62 already. Even the woman who printed it turns loose of some cunt every time her husband is out of town. I. Clearly in command of this department store. It took me only seconds to appreciate that she was exactly the kind of dominant female that I had always lusted after, the woman of my wettest dreams and masturbatory delights. She was probably wearing the same kind of underwear beneath that power-dress that I had attempted to steal. Underneath the stern suit a black brassiere, and slightly elasticated panties, were surely hugging her creamy white skin. I stood shivering before her as she fixed me. Well, if she's gonna insist, she'll find someone pretty quick -- she's a hot one." I'm still hoping," Johnny grunted, "but she's SOOO slow. Still, she's probably where Mona got her response..." Yeah..." The medic looked at his displays. "Pretty impressive, too."Johnny nodded. "Papa was selective -- and he valued that over intelligence. Well, it worked for Mona..." Johnny!" It was clear that I'd been insulted. "I'm not just eye-candy!" No," Johnny replied sharply, "the numbers say you fuck like.