Plopping down on the bed she said; “My name is Shelly and you are Bernie, you said I think” with a little giggle.I generally hate gigglers, but sh...s good looking, drunk and on my bed, I'll give her a pass on that.“Yes, and why are you here Shelly”“I want to give you a rim job” She said.And my brain quit working for a little bit there.“I kind of have this thing for doing humiliating things for old guys like you, and since I'm drunk I've got the courage to ask.” said with a smile.“So too. But you must be a good boy, and do as you're told. Understood?" "Yes, I understand," Jody said meekly. Wendy then raised the camera. "Jody turn and face me, I want to take a picture of your cock," this was no request, Wendy was using her 'or-else' voice. To my surprise Jody complied right away. No hesitation, no annoying questions. "You won't show my face, will you?" he asked. "Well that would hardly be secretive now, would it?" I said flatly. With that Wendy. Health and safety jargon and basic training that nobody with an ounce of common sense would require.I had managed to stick out those first two weeks and I had been given a van and all the tools I could possibly need. The work was mostly for the elderly and disabled with a few single mothers, just basically putting up a shelf here and there or building up some flat packs.My third day in and I only had two jobs that morning the first for an old alcoholic woman must have been in her late fifties.. Manser stood facing them, a white haired archetypal ex pat, the wrong side of seventy.he faced down a thug half his age and twice his weight."Don't be hasty my friend. That is a fine English Bedford Truck, and fair exchange indeed for my Landcruiser, but, where is the fault." Are you blind, the whirling thing is Fukt and the water is steam." the thug explained patiently using technical jargon.His companions stood round, occasionally frightening an animal with a burst of gunfire.Manser called.
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