She turned towards me, and joined me in the bed. I got up and sat on the edge with my head hanging gloomily. She knelt in front of me and gave a small...peck at my penis, which instantly arose from its brief slumber. She came closer, and allowed herself to nest my penis in the cleavage of her breasts, inside her bra. She promised me to come back for more and thanked me profusely. We kissed each other for a long time, and I even had a quick last minute suck of her clit and breasts. She packed her. They were supporting and even offered to join me. I politely declined since I wanted to be alone. And they were fine with that decision. "Fine, I don't come, you don't need me. You find what you want from Tinder ;)". She was joking but that was naughty and curious idea. Pictures of cute boys might be exactly what I needed to get that bastard out of my mind. And wine. Especially wine. I poured a glass for me and had a sip. "Hmm..., yes I should be able to get buzz going with this". I never pick. Check your spare next time!’ ‘I will.’ As she drove away she had felt… good? About a flat tyre that was going to cost her money to fix. For a week after that she was in a quandry. She found herself thinking about him alot, whenever she wasn’t occupied with something, she remembered his face, the way he stood, the sound of his voice. Why was he having this effect on her? She knew nothing about him, who he really was, what he was like… Sure he was tall, kind of handsome, she liked the fact that. Junior had inherited more than the business from his father, and were it not for the excess steam that was able to run an elevator, he would not have been able to be on that catwalk above the factory floor.Me, I was born a freeman, my name is Joseph Anderson. I started working at Maynard’s just on fifteen years ago. I had started on the floor myself, running a steam-powered sewing machine, but it had quickly become apparent that my strengths lay in other areas, and so I had become a gofer,.