“What time do you start work?”“I’m not sure. She says her day begins at 5:30 in the AM. I’m supposed to do the math and figure out when to r...eport. What time do you suggest?”“If she told you 5:30, then I recommend you be there no later than 5:25,” Darlene advised.“In any case, I need to crash and go to sleep. I’m dead on my feet.”I yawned and stretched. The drug of choice from Colombia and the adrenaline high for my new job both ran out of steam. My get up and go had got up and gone.At 5:15. My cock looks a mixture of purple and blue colour from all the fucking and I realise I am breathing through my mouth, gulping for air.When I come back to my senses I realise the amount of carnage I’ve done to her body with our animalistic romping. Anita’s shoulder is red from the way I was holding her and her ass cheeks are bright red from the thigh slapping. In fact, her right cheek has a whole implant of my right hand when I slapped her in-between our fucking. I fearfully look at her,. A few little flicks of my fingers and voila. Now isn't that better?" Much, thank you, Miss Evans." Oh, do call me Mary, Mr Lewes. Now, what do we have here, Mr Lewes? Something far more enlarged and swollen than my right hand. Gosh, fingertip to wrist with an inch or two to spare." George, Mary. No need to stand on formality." "Well, George, if I just wriggle my fingers down a little further. Perhaps you'd like to nestle your gorgeously domed cockhead in the crook of my elbow. Ohhh what a. Hunter looked them up and down. She saw him nod to himself. A door opened, and young woman entered carrying a bag. Paula noticed she had the same ice cold eyes. She was slim, about a size ten, at five feet seven, she was two inches shorter than her and Lorraine. Her blonde hair, pulled severely back in a pony tail. Paula estimated her age at twenty five. Paula was wrong, she was thirty. She was dressed in thigh high leather boots, which Paula saw had steel stiletto heels. She wore a black.