“They bust their asses, day in and day out, doing shitty jobs they probably hate to put food on the table and shoes on their kids’ feet. Then they...take what’s left and give part of it to me and places like Ramblin’ Records. Maybe I’ve lost touch with them. I hope not. I hope that I still have the same kind of work ethic my mom and dad taught me when I was growing up the same way the fans grew up. I’ll tell you this. If I ever get to make music in the future, I’ll do whatever I can to prove. Miss Foster asked me to turn round slowly, and nodded her satisfaction. She told me the uniform would be provided by the hotel and cleaned by them; I would come to and from work in my own clothes, and there was a room between the housekeeper’s and the kitchen where the staff got changed and had lockers for their personal items. I was instructed to wear black sensible flat shoes and black stockings – Miss Foster told me with particular emphasis not to wear tights, saying that the cleaning work. I'm a decent looking guy, I have a good job and I worship the ground that Julie walks on. What more could a mother want for her daughter? A lot more apparently, at least as far as Julie's mother was concerned.She was against me from the start and I hadn't even gotten out of the driveway following that first visit when she was on Julie about how unsuitable I was and that Julie should waste no time in getting rid of me. The funny thing about it is that she was never even able to give Julie a. From his balls, up the shaft of his cock, out the opening in the head into Chris's stretched bowels. Filling her with his sperm. "OOOOOOOHHHHH!!! MMMMMMYYYYYYY GGGGOOOOOODDDD!!! OOOOOHHHHHH!!! FUUUUCCKK!OOOOHHHH!!! SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!! I can feel your hot sperm entering my ass. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!!!! I feel my bowels stretching under the pressure ofyour sperm filling me!!! MY ASS IS SOOOOOOO FULL!!!" Chris wailed as her jawwent slack and her head swung from side to side. .