For the next 9 years Bret worked hard, seven days a week, at any job Mike would give him. Bret spent every remaining moment trying to learn as much as...he could. Most important for the first time in his life he was never hungry. While others complained about how hard the training was, Bret always just smiled. Bret didn't realize till years later that Mike having something available for Bret to eat and drink was not a normal part of a job.At the age of 9 Bret found one more thing he could do. I really wanted that drink so I stepped outside and grabbed an icy beer from the bucket of ice and returned to see that they three of them continued how I'd originally found them. The only difference was that Riley was now facing Terry while she rode Jeanne's face. I couldn't help but wonder if Riley had done so to watch Terry fuck his wife or perhaps Jeanne wasn't just licking Riley's pussy anymore. I decided that it really didn't matter and figured after a few sips of my cold beer that it was. She brought a finger to his lips and he slowly drew it into his mouth, tasting her salty sweetness. ‘So damn good,’ he gruffed and cupped her underside, pulling her to his face. He beheld the beauty of her gift and inhaled the scent of her perfumed oils mingled with fresh desire. This time she was a little shy with his face so close to her most intimate place. He sensed her trepidation. ‘Relax,’ he assured soothingly. ‘I want you to enjoy everything we do,’ he gazed into her eyes. ‘I am,’ she. It was a "compromise" because she only wore these things on extra-special occasions. Initially, I'd kept buying her these items in the hope that she would learn to enjoy wearing them more often. Eventually, she confessed to me that she didn't like to wear them because they reminded her of her past - the women in the trailer park she grew up in were all-too-willing to dress up in cheap clothes and cheaper perfume to occasionally pay their rent in "services rendered". It didn't help that the.