She knew the job was an office job but she didn't know what it would entail. Her best friend told her to go for an interview, find out what it was abo...ut , then make a decision . She dialed the number on the card. " thank you for calling gordy's how may I direct your call"? " to a mr. Samuel Gordy please" . She was placed on hold for a few minutes , then the familiar voice came on the line. "This is Samuel " " hi mr. Gordy it's Rachel from the bar you came to the other night". As they discussed. “Michelle, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked Danielle’s friend, who gave me a witchy smile.“Um ... Simon ... I think that we have unfinished business, you and I,” Michelle bit her lower lips in a surprisingly charming way.“Sorry, I don’t follow you, but come inside, if you must. Please elaborate, Michelle,” I sat on the motel bed and she on the other one.“Oh, I think that you know what I mean. I ... I meant to leave ... more to do later, but we never got the chance before you got engaged. I've always had a thing for older guys it just turns me on knowing how old they are compared to me .I'm bottom and like to be treated abit rough and told what to do , I have met a couple of older guys in the past some just to give them blow-jobs because I can deepthroat or some to fuck me .Not long ago my mum and her new boyfriend went on holiday for a week leaving me the house to myself . One afternoon I was really horny I was on my mums double bed butt naked with my dildo camming with older. I nodded, a simple gesture and easily understood. Bucking into Brigitte with a hard thrust, I pushed the man’s cock deep into her mouth. Her words in that cornfield came to mind, that admission that she wanted to be shared were now real. I bucked a little harder and pushed her onto him to enforce my consent. Alongside me, his wife ran her hands over my straining shoulders and chest. It was subtle, perhaps soulful as her soft lips locked against mine. The silken heat of her tongue dancing over.