That night i had a strange thought come into my mind what if i was to go over there and suck his dick!!?? no!! i told myself its wrong and immoral but...i couldnt shake the thought. i told myself come on he is sound asleep no one is here so whats the harm. so i ently got up out of the reclyner went over to the couch and pulled back his blanket. i knew he was having a wet dream from the ragin boner inside of his pants.i gently pulled down his boxers to reaveal a hard and growing cock. OH MY GOD!!. My biggest issue was when to lower the boom. Bagging groceries or pushing a broom down a store aisle doesn’t take a lot of mental energy, so I had plenty of time to think about it. Part of me wanted to make a clean, unambiguous break. But I also foresaw the potential problem with that. There could be a lot of anger, tears, recriminations—even rejection by someone that deep down you really don’t have strong feelings for is still rejection. That kind of display could potentially cause me to. She then opened the second bag, She pulled out a flat looking box, "Tights." she said "For you to wear to work."That was it, I was livid "No fucking way, Sue."I went to stand up but was cut off by a sharp "Sit." from Sue.She pulled out seven of these packages, then another package came out "Stockings," She said, "seven pairs also, and for your little outburst, you're going to be wearing stockings to work tomorrow."I felt the tears start to well in my eyes again.She opened the next bag and. It was now a stack containing forty-five hundred dollars in chips.Although he wasn’t paying attention to the stacks of chips that were his ‘bank’, the crowd was talking about the pile of money he had made in this run. There were piles of green and black chips. He hadn’t yet bothered to stack them so it was much more difficult to see how much money was there.The winning streak came to an abrupt end when the dealer got a blackjack. The crowd sighed in disappointment. Dexter wanted to cry when.