" I suggested."True, so what is today's project?" Wendy asked."I don't know about you but for me it just another day at the office," I suggested. We h...ve to stop by the Hardee's again. This time for take out. After I dress we went by the Hardee's for one more biscuit and three take out coffee."Trust me we are going to need the coffee. Cop coffee is pretty awful in the morning," I explained to Wendy."Surely you aren't eating that biscuit?" she asked."No, it's payment for something I need," I. My dad, Harry, and my mom, Margret, grew up in New York City and met when they were both attending Harvard University. They got married moved to Albany, then had me. I have always had what I wanted, every wish was their command, and it still is. They love me, yes, but they are so wrapped up in their work they never spend anytime with me. And that is what I crave is physical, as well as, emotional attention. The only problem with that is I am not allowed any friends, or boyfriends for that. When she finally got her face near it, she could feel the heat comming off it and quickly took as much of it down her throat as she could bear. She gagged a few times, and eased back a bit, wanting to make the experience last awhile, as it had been 17 some years since she had a cock of this magnitude in her mouth! She was in the first year of college, and was dating a jock named Phil. He was hot, and had a 8.5" prick that satisfied her to no end! But Phil was an over-bearing asshole and she. Anita and her husband had only owned the motel for a few months and had heard the history very sketchily, so were delighted to get the real details.Then Ollie’s questioning revealed their story. They had come from Central America and were undocumented. They were barely surviving on menial jobs when Anita was hired for housekeeping. A while later her husband did some part-time maintenance on the motel. She quickly figured out from the evidence in the rooms she cleaned up, and from what she.