“Hang on. Let me open up. You can tell me over a morning coffee.”In the stockroom, Linda sat on the old two seater that I had brought from home. I...use it to sleep on when I have late night stock checks. Huddled around her steaming mug, she tearfully confessed, “I listened to what you said last night.”“I’m sorry.”“Jack told me he didn’t love me enough to marry.”“What an idiot.”“We then fought, destroying half the furniture.”My shoulders slumped as I felt guilty. “I bet that’s the last time you. I entered and pushed hard. She turned around as well as she could. I had a strong, controlling grip on her hips, and she glared at me. She gave me that look I love. The look of surrender. I want to object and I'm furious but now I have a cock in me and ....ugh, ugh, fuck it.She turned back and gripped the bedclothes as I worked in her. It was never going to be a long fuck. I could feel the blood surging in my cock and my cock surging in her pussy. She was quietly and embarrasedly grunting with. “Well please let me by you dinner then as I,m starved?” “I suppose we can do that!” We had hervfollow to a bar and grill Austin uses whenever he,s in Spokane, good food at reasonable prices and it,s also a bar with a modern motel across the street. We introduced ourselves and she told us her name was Francis Evans, but she was better known as “Candy Evans”. I presumed she was an actress as we had some drinks with the meal she confessed she acted in adult blue films. “It must pay well.” Austin. Men are looking at me .. I must look a sight long blonde hair a 70s style red leather overcoat several sizes too small , red stockings and red stilletos. We stop at a large cafe, Michelle orders our breakfast, and guides me to a table in the middle of the room. While waiting for our order Michelle puts some moisturizer on her hands, oh god , no, please don't her hand is under my coat stroking my cock. I spread my legs , close my eyes, excitement , anxiety...the pleasure as I feel my ass being.