I did a few twirls and poses for him lifting up my dress and petticoat spinning around. I started to walk around the parking lot sticking different p...sed as I did.Walking back to his rig "Want your gift Michelle" he yelled. I smiled and curtsied like a young girl. I saw him with the microphone of his CB radio in his hand. Then the lights of another rig that was parked there lite up the parking lot. A guy got out of his rig and started walking to me. I looked at him then back at Stan. "he's. On my way out of the English Department’s office (the grad students had their own cubicles there), I saw a flyer for a poetry slam on the bulletin board by the exit. I was going to stop at the corner store on my way home for some coffee, but I guessed I could splurge on a good mocha latte and briefly scope out the local talent while I was there. The latte I ordered came with an unwanted shot of espresso, but I didn’t complain and just took it as is—besides, it was delicious. However, the poets. All of them used to work regularly 9-5 so almost always there was no-one around there during the day at all. My sister lived away and had given me a key to call in and pick things up or do some odd jobs.Pantie-Wanker Heaven!One way or another I was often there. I always arrived at around 9:30 am after everyone had left for work. Usual routine: turn off the alarm (the fact it was on when I arrived meant that I knew there was no-one at home), put the snip down on the front door lock so as not to. . draining my bladder, too? I usually wake up to a very full bladder, you know,” I remarked, getting another wink and lick from Katie as she kept sucking me off.“You’ll never wake up to that again. We’ve all agreed that, whatever happens, someone drains that bladder every morning like clockwork. That’s just understood. It’s going to be strictly dudes after a certain point of the pregnancies for the pee, but emptying your sack every morning is my job! The other ladies and gents can suck you.