"Before you ass-fuck me!" I slid my hands up her shirt, and Megan groaned "Tear my shirt off too!"I grinned as I took hold of the neckline and gave it... a good rip. I tore her shirt between her nice tits and stroked them with my thumbs as I pulled the gash down. I reached forward and bit through the straps over her arms, tearing those one by one. Then I tossed the useless piece of material over my shoulder."Now you're ready," I panted. "To get butt-fucked." I buried my face between Megan's tight. “Can you go get me this paper work?” “Would you mind running up these notice forms?” “Could you be a dear and write this information report online since you were there too?” I rest my case. These are easy tasks that she could do just as well as me with not too much effort, but a job is a job and I’d rather appease her until I graduate than start drama. Even though it has already been a week since my last on-call, seeing my name on the schedule elicits a small growl from my throat. And because. I could still hear Meat Loaf's voice. "And then you took the words right out of my mouth," he sang. "It must have been while you were kissing me."I hovered in the passing lane, and the driver of the other car hit the gas slightly. I did the same, wanting to enjoy the music a while longer. He slowed a little, and I followed suit.And then suddenly, it hit me. He probably thought I was flirting with him. He could see me as well as I could see him, and while I'm no supermodel, he could do worse. At. Of course I didn't know how he wanted it done, so he took over half way through.I did get to bolt the metal angles to the bed of the trailer, while The Brit managed to somehow have that bolt run under the trailer bed and through the angels where they got bolted. Even before The Brit bolted the wheels on I could see it as a trailer. Then when he bolted a wheel on each end of the threaded shaft it really became a trailer.Somehow the construction of the trailer made the wheels just a stable as.