I love the job. I continuously meet new and different people, get a free place to live, free food, and get paid to boot. I'm now a full U.S. Deputy Ma...rshal with all the privileges and benefits that go with it. I got it pretty good, don't you think?" You do, Bobby, but you don't get much personal time to meet another man for your life." Not true, I know all of the Deputy Marshals, and of course I know you now. Most of the guys are a little put off because I'm either too tall or they don't like. Rachel never heard the door, and had long ago, tucked Mr. Tyler’s cock photo into her personal folder, for safe keeping. She was slowly swaying her hips to the beat and quietly singing to herself. She was moving from tray to tray, watching the images develop before her eyes, and thinking of ways to get Mr. Tyler to take pictures of her, when she felt a man’s arm circle her waist and pull her slightly back. Rachel gasped and spun around, expecting to see Mr. Tyler, back for more. She went. She had long brown hair and didn’t wear a lot of makeup. She had full lips that were always glistening with lip gloss.One day walking down the hallway at work I couldn’t help but gaze at Lisa’s ass it just had a little bounce as she walked. I got lost in trying to decipher if she was wearing a thong or boy shorts panties when hearing my name snapped me out of the trance I was in as I looked up to see Lisa glaring at me. “Hey, perv! Like the view?” Seeing how I was caught red handed and the fact. The Latino is Jesus and a guy named Oscar. Well have a good game Im going to take a shower. Off I go to my bedroom for a shower. After the shower I fix my hair, put on a little makeup and now what to wear. Yellow boy short panties, a yellow bra a t-shirt and short shorts. I head out for a beer and as I step into the kitchen all eyes are on me except Eds, the room is so filled with pot smoke Im starting to get high. Ill get a beer and turn to go back to my room for TV. Bill gets up and walk over.