I was almost shaking as his fingers entered my pussy. I was so wet. His fingered just applied a good amount of pressure at first but he slowly eased h...is fingers down and up deep inside. He began to stroke his fingers in and out with much pressure. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hips started bucking back and forth meeting his movements. I moaned and screamed for what seemed like ten minutes. He suddenly quit. He grabbed my hand and eased it back to his crotch. His cock was so hard. I got on the. He was admitted without questions.The Gaslight Café was a typical urban restaurant with small tables that were too close together. The décor was dark and altogether fake. Even the fern in the vase next to the cash register up front was plastic.Sitting at a table across from the window, Danny could look out over West Allendale Avenue and watch the people go past without them seeing him. He nibbled on a Danish and sipped coffee. After the lunch crowd departed, the waitress left him alone to his. Get in there and do it or you won’t like what happens” Dan knew he was going bright red, what could they do if he refused, he didn’t know, but he was getting quite excited, his cock was stiffening and a small damp patch was starting to show on his trousers. Fuck it, he thought as he marched back into the shop. He picked the basket back up and headed towards a sales rep. She was blonde and very pretty, probably in her mid twenties. Dans heart was pounding and his mouth was dry. “Excuse me” he. I found out being big doesn't necessarily mean you're slow and I had to push myself to keep from getting trampled by the running of the bulls.It was mortifying and whatever professional credibility I had left was flushed right down the toilet. It was a good thing my two ladies had steady employment because I was expecting to get canned any day. Security was supposed to protect their principals, not become part of their story! Turns out I needn't have worried; Camberge thought it was the best.
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