You pay me like a dozen compliments a day,” I replied.“But?” Jake asked.“But what if you meet someone and wanna bring them back here. It won't...look so attractive if your step sister is sleeping on your bed,” I replied.“Well, I'm not really looking right now. I just want you to be happy,” Jake said.“OK Jake, I appreciate it, but I feel a little too taken care of,” I replied as I yawned and stretched.“Are you tired sis?” Jake asked.“Yes, I just had a long day, but I wanna say you don't have to be. Over the months, Gene and I had often spoken together on the phone. He never brought up the subject of my earlier job offer, and neither did I.When I called him to say I'd be flying to Oklahoma, he sounded upset that I was rescheduling him. I was a little abrupt with him, telling him that I had something more important that I needed to take care of. I didn't get into what that more important something could be.The flight to Oklahoma and back was pretty routine. Mrs. Pipkin had driven her. A fast audit of the books explained why the man had tried to fight our new general manager in Great Britain and Europe combined. He had stolen over a million Euros under the mistaken belief the Watkins people would protect him.News clippings of the incident were sent to each plant under his authority. Everything was quiet and productive after that.In Oklahoma we started two operations twenty miles apart. Charles Harwood purchased an abandoned zinc mine to supposedly turn it into a mushroom. I told the fucker blowing me to grab the k**’s shorts, pull them down and get on his dick. When the waistband of the k**s shorts passed his pecker, a big dark boner popped out, surrounded by tight curly hair. My sow-bellied old friend worked the k**’s shorts over his sneakers and devoured and stiff young dick, laying his head between his legs and pulling his dick down.“You had dick in your mouth before, son?” I asked the boy.“No, sir,” he said.I grabbed the shiny black hair on the back of his.