!” Paul scanned the beer pumps. “Yes, a pint of Carslberg please!” He smiled. “Sure thing!” Said the girl and grabbing a pint beer glass sta...ted to fill it up with the golden liquid. “There you go!” She said planting it down in front of Paul and he handed her a five pound note. She duly returned with his change with another beaming smile before going to serve another customer.Paul felt a vibration in his pocket and glanced down at his mobile phone. He sighed seeing the name ‘Donna’ on the small. Just an hour, goddamnit, and already I feel that I've sold my soul and crossed a line where I can't ever go back.Rich never said much with his eyes (he was a hell of a poker player), but if you'd known him for as long as Amanda's father Bill had, you could usually see where he was going with things. Had Rich been planning this all along? Had it started when he'd made that offhand comment as they were motoring out of the harbor? 'She sure is a fine looking woman now, Bill. Fine looking.' And for. You love it. You love me fucking your face, you slut! Oh fuck, yeah, suck that dick, faggot!”I complied with his command, and reached up to knead his big sweaty balls as I increased my tempo. Me started to moan and I knew he was close. I sped up more, and then suddenly he grabbed my hair and yanked my head off his pole. “Oh no you don’t. I wanna see my load on your face, sperm boy. Jack it. Jack my prick off on that pretty face.”Foiled in my plan, I could only do what he told me again. I kept. ..but with concealed lusty glances...i imagine you working as one. perhaps i'd meet you at your office with a delivery and a knowing half smile...which you return as you notice the urgent swelling in my crotch. you'd take me into the stationary cupboard to do a check of supplies. I'd press you against the wall, urgently undo your blouse and bury my nose in your cleavage, running a silvery train with my tongue from nipple to erect nipple. Then, ignoring your protests, a rough hand thrust between.