” Kshitiz said.I looked across the table at that dear, sweet, wonderful man and I could see the longing in his eyes. I allowed my mind to wander a b...t and thought of my life ten years down the road. I could either be still turning tricks after my looks had started to fade and after contracting some STDs, or I could be sitting in a warm home with Kshitiz, maybe have a kid or two, the thought of that gave me a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach.“Okay Kshitiz, here’s the deal, I’m not willing to. " Ummm... okaaaaaay..." Timothy didn't know how to take this. "Do you, uh.... want to come in?" "We are not allowed to set foot inside of a customer's residence for our own safety and for the integrity of our role as delivery-people." Timothy slow blinked at the talking tit-less employee handbook and then moved to open the envelope. Inside was a single piece of paper, a smaller envelope and a single one dollar bill. He'd obviously struck the jackpot. The letter read Dear Timmy, You probably. Once he finished, he looked, embarrassed, into Emma’s face. Before he could say anything, Emma spoke first.“Well, we have our orders. Should we get to work?” she said, with a giggle. Thoughts of fucking him pushed away her stress over “the talk” which they would have later.“Uh, yes, absolutely. Don’t want to piss your neighbor off,” he finished with a chuckle himself.Emma’s clothes hit the floor first, but Brent wasn’t far behind. Bruiser ran off to Emma’s bedroom to find a place to nap. He. He slid his hands down between my legs, lifted my dress and put his hands inside my pants. I broke away laughing and ran for the stairs. David caught me quickly and as I started to climb the stairs, he quickly reached up my dress and pulled my knickers down to my ankles. I fell forward onto my hands and kicked off my knickers as I continued to half run, half crawl, up the stairs. David caught me by the ankle near the top of the stairs and I stopped running, turned over onto my back on the top.