I really love mayonnaise so I put it on pretty thick and always on both side's of bread. I walk out to them about 3am carrying the bag of sandwiches....They all look drunk and are being loud. They notice me and start making sexual comments at me. I quickly say sorry to bother you guys but I made you guys some sandwiches in case your hungry. A drunk guy says you made sandwiches at 3am for us you must really want some cock. I said no I was just trying to be nice. They all start grabbing. Her brother and father were in jail for some scam. I said that I cannot help much. I pay only 10,000-15,000 salary to my staff and that’s all. This would not help her even if want to, because I do not have that much work. She was feeling nervous and pleaded for help. I was getting angry and suddenly my eyes felt on her boobs. The top 2 buttons of her shirt were open and the cleavage was clearly visible.I stopped talking and was just starring at that deep cleavage. Ashwini must have realised. I said I think I found some treasure up here, and he laughed, and said that I could lick my fingers when I finished, and I said only if he did it first. He said to keep on going, and I could feel his insides moving out of the way for my fist. I pushed and pushed, until I reached my arm pit, and said, Mr. Jones, that’s all the arm I’ve got. He said it still didn’t feel full, and to pull my arm out, and go wash it off, and to wash my right foot too. I did, and when I returned he got down and lied. I fancied I could feel the heat and texture of his fingertips through the thick corduroy of my jacket sleeve. We crossed the parking lot in long, splashing strides. Without slowing, I pressed the button on my key fob to unlock the car. He laughed as I ducked into the driver’s seat, a throaty chuckle that made me wonder what he sounded like as he came. Circling the hood, he opened the passenger door and slipped inside. The downpour sounded marvelously loud in the metal confines of my little car,.