”Three minutes later Dennis walked into the dining room and saw Abigail on her back on the table with her legs spread wide.“I’m ready.”“So I...see, get up on your elbows so that you can watch, this is the last time that I’ll shave you Abi.”Ten minutes and another orgasm later, Abigail was flat on her back recovering and Dennis was happy with his work, both the shaving and his finger work. Then he said, “Now it’s your turn. You saw what I did now do the same to yourself.”“But I’m all smooth.”“I. When it came to paying for my drink I thought I’d have enough change in my trouser pocket. But you know London pub prices. I didn’t have enough, so I reached into my inside pocket for my own wallet and got another shock. It wasn’t there. I frantically felt for the chain and pulled that out. There was nothing on the end, only the wire loop that the wallet had been attached to. ‘I don’t believe it,’ I said to the barman. ‘I’ve been robbed.’ And then I remembered the geezer’s wallet I’d just. Mr. Whitey, on the other hand, looked like his face had been painted with a red Sharpie.“Can… can I?”“Yeah, bitch. Lick up my cum from your wife’s pussy. You can stroke too, just don’t cum. And don’t touch her at all except with your mouth. You disgust me, you know that?”“Thank you, sir. Oh my God.”Jen held her ankles which kept her spread open for him. He ate her out with gusto, sucking all my semen out. Diff’rent Strokes kept running through my head. Who am I to judge?Jen slid off the table. I’m 26 years old, actually a tall skinny guy, with long brown hair and a short bristle on my face. I liked drinking beer and spending much time with my friends, most of them are designers and computer developers. My story is about my new job, which changed my entire impression about job rules and principles. Been working for the company for about a year doing system administrator support, fulfilling a part time position. Then they told me they needed me in the office full time. At the same.