Several more guys asked me about the 10k race. None of them was as pretty as Miss WhatsHerName so I didn't ask for any photos of them in bikinis. Perh...aps I should have because it would've been a very effective way of stopping them from blathering on about the race. It wasn't worth the risk though, in case any of them complied.I had a couple more girls act flagrantly friendly to me, but I'd decided I'd better talk with Julia before I let that activity expand any further. I was also aware that I. But even with those threats hanging over me I walkedinto the Forman’s office and told him that I neededOtis to help me with some furniture at our house. Itold him that I was expecting a delivery at 3 o’clockthat afternoon and that I wanted Otis to go with me tohelp out.The Forman wanted to send two men, but I insisted thatthere would be the delivery man and that I didn’t wantto take too many people away from work. I told him thatOtis looked strong enough to do the job himself. I avoided her eyes and nodded. ‘Bastards.’ She said the word with quiet venom, then got up and fetched my crutches. ‘I’m gonna have to help you up or we’ll be here till sundown. Gimme your hand.’ There was wiry strength in her small body, and she hauled me upright with no apparent effort, then handed me my crutches. She knelt and gathered up our garbage and stuffed it into one of the bags, and walked slowly ahead of me to the car. She didn’t say another word till we pulled up outside my house.. Getting your bearings, you lick your lips and mutter, “Yes, that's what I want...” I play dumb. "Hmmm, so you want my hand huh?" “No… I want your hard cock.” I pull my shirt over my head, leaving just the tight tiny underwear struggling to contain me “Ah, that's more like it," I say around my grinning. “Take the underwear off already! Please?!” You beg. I smile wider as I remind you to "Keep rubbing pet, make it all nice and wet for me...”I move up into a kneeling position on the bed. Still.