He was making a noise as he was using the bathroom having a shower. I knocked on the door and told him to be quite as we were all tired and trying to ...leep. He came out of the bathroom with a towel round him still wet and unhappy and said make me a coffee and stop complaining. I made him some coffee as he was 30 and one of the managers and took it to his room, he said put it on the bedside table and started to leave, he came over to me and said where are you going? pulled me towards him and. " I felt weird saying it. He nodded. "Aren't you a little young, doll?" He replied and I smiled a bit. "Because I don't see you working at the counter, you're a pole dancer, aren't you?" I'm surprised you've watched me." I raised one of my brows, trying to hide my blush in my brunnete curls. He smiled. "So a pole dancer?" He asked and I began to get paranoid. "Yep. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put onto his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I. Once I shut the door, I spun around and started to crawl to him. He had already opened up his pants and had his magnificent cock out. It wasn't completely erect, but I knew I would soon remedy that issue. When I reached him, he didn't say a word, just tilted his head down towards his crotch, and I knew I was to take his mammoth meat into my mouth. I took no time to ponder, and quickly assumed my role of cocksucker for him.Within moments his cock was as hard as steel, and I was doing my best to. And the man my mother claimed I sentInto exile and another's armsUsed weapons of a different sortCat's paws with claws extendedCat's fangs bared and tearingAlready torn muscle and veins.And my mother again moaningMoans that had expressed raptureMy supposed evil had stolenNow only voiced the painMy words as fists had caused.Her word fists made me moan.In tears I pulled a nearby threadAnd found a similar parental castAnd yet tearing and eyes tearingHad no presence there insteadWords caressed and.