He clenches down real hard and I have to tell him to stop it if he knows what is good for him. I work three or four big handfuls of grease up him. By ...hat time his cock’s hard again. He jerks off in the pillows right before I get there. I ask him why he’s got a boner if he hates my fist so much. That’s when he starts to cry. I just ignore it and keep working in until I get to where I’m ready to start to over my knuckles. I stop and I tell him, ‘I dunno. It looks like your asshole’s starting to. Reaching down I rub my clit, just like the way you taught me to, the way that makes my pussy soaking wet, you love to watch and listen to how wet I get. I am perfectly sensitive and needy.I tuck my neck down and open my mouth waiting, I need to taste you. You stroke up and thrust between my tits right into my hot, wet, waiting mouth. I align the rhythm of my moans so that your cock slides through my tits and hits the back of my throat. You moan against my humming vibrations.I can’t stand how. "So what?" replied James"I noticed your huddle with Mags last night." And?" Are you going to become a managers plaything?" I know we're mates but you can be a real twit sometimes. Yes, I amconsidering applying for the offer. My decision. Make fun if you want." Sorry mate, can't help myself sometimes. I was asking as I was thinkingabout it myself but was afraid to be the only one."James smiled. "I thought to myself you'd be ideal so you have mysupport. Let's see if we get selected but it'll be. My cum splashed across my chest as I imagined Pat and her full breasts topping me once again. I smiled to myself in satisfaction before cleaning myself up, licking my hands clean and finally straightening up his magazines. What else could I do but return home with a well deserved smile on my face. About a week later Pat called me over to say my money was waiting and that I should stop by. I naively thought I had gotten away with everything. Little did I know…When I walked over and knocked on.