"Get your tongue down there, you queer little whore." Not my thing," I repeated. "And I think I made it pretty clear about being called names." I was ...miling and doing my very best to be affable and polite. This guy was an asshole, but he was a guest. My instinct for hospitality was at war with my impulse to slap his face sideways."Tongue fuck your Daddy's asshole, faggot," he groaned, fingering his butt.The smile left my face. "Have you been LISTENING?!?" I snarled. "This is totally getting. In fact, on the Saturday night/Sunday morning routes (the busiest of the week), it rarely takes more than three hours to complete. Courtney agreed and our new adventure was on! Courtney and I started our first night on the route on a Saturday. We arrived at the office around 12:30 am, assembled our papers and loaded them into the car. The route took about three hours and during a space in time where we had no deliveries, I started to confess to Courtney about my writing the series about the two. Then they’ll both dress really risqué and when he says anything, show him the photos they took and threaten to show your mom. Penny said it could be just the ticket for you to own your father. At first Marci wasn’t sure but then grabbed her phone and headed back downstairs. Once again they quietly snuck down the stairs and saw that the porn was still playing. Rather than take the chance of getting caught they held their phones around the corner and took some photos. Marci shot photos and Penny. Exhausted, but still frustrated and hot, Rachelle decided she would stop at six. Number five was so strong that it was hard to keep quiet. Rachelle was too late to stop a moan of ecstasy that escaped from her throat. She froze. Krysta froze. She approached the window, and Rachelle ducked once more. Holding her breath, she waited for the light in the bathroom to turn off before daring another look. Krysta was back in bed, and sound asleep by the look of it.The next night was much the same, but.