But the fact that it had snowed overnight and it was the Friday before Christmas meant the activity on the floor was pretty thin. I'd arranged to take...a lunch at the end of my shift and leave early for the day so I could meet Chris, though that just made me more antsy because my stomach started gurgling around noon. At least I think it was from hunger.Once it was time to clock out, I found myself lingering in the bathroom stall. I wanted to see him again, right? We'd had a good conversation at. She'd had a few boyfriends, and she'd even made out once or twice, but she'd never gone near a cock, and the space between her legs was forbidden territory. She wondered exactly how the male genetalia worked. The joke suggested that a single hole in a pocket would be sufficient for the boy to be able to play with himself, however all of the gestures that Mona had caught over the years suggested that one needed to wrap their fist around it...Mona stopped thinking about boys jerking off, and. “I mean, her dad is a lobbyist in D.C. The fact that his wife has been nailing the pool boy for 25 years would probably cut him off at the knees. The same is true with her grandparents. I’m sure if I told Beth that DeeDee was trying something the whole family would be living in a trailer park in a week.”“She might not go that far,” Bonnie said with a laugh.“She’s done it before for less than this,” Hailey related. She didn’t tell Bonnie about Tonya Stanton but the older woman knew instinctually. Tim began towalk away, and Joan felt herself dragged along.The room was plush, with candles scenting and flickering. The bedwas pink. A champagne bucket stood near. Tim yanked her onto thebed and unlocked the cuffs."Don't you ever dare fuck with me, Joan." N-no sir," Joan looked at this man. Loud words, loud laughter,kind eyes. "I won't, Master Tim." Joan, you are one hot slut!" Tim said, as he undressed. "I knowthis place. I come here every week. Usually, I'm with some crazysissy shit, but you.