.where he came, whether it was inside me or in my mouth and on my face…he’ll never know he’s kissing a face and mouth that has just been sucking... a cock that’s been up my ass…..When I’ve finished fucking him I’ll have a quick shower and then I’ll get changed and drive home purring at the memory of how much cock I’ve sucked and fucked…I really am a dirty filthy cock slut….God I love to be fucked and used….what a whore….it’s wonderful…Do you think I should let him take some photos of me…..If I. Sara didn’t know if he purposely hit the gym or if his old days simply kept his body intact. Neither option would have been particularly surprising. ‘Sorry, sir, definitely working,’ Sara replied to Steve. A second later they burst out laughing. Everyone in the office shared the same joke with Steve. He hated that phrase and always talked about his aspirations to work in a place where asking that question would get you punched in response. It was a waste of words in his opinion simply because. It was darkness only darkness there was nothing no light, no sound, no sensation, it was like I was blindfolded in outer space. I had no sense of a body, I tried to call out but I had no mouth I was shapeless, formless. I was nothing I could feel even my conciseness slipping away. then I saw it, or sensed it as its hard to see without eyes, but there was a red glow pulling me towards it, irresistibly drawing me closer and as I drew closer I felt more pronounce my sense of self returned, even. Carl was eighteen, had just graduated from high school. He was here looking for a job. His Mom was much better and she and Sandra didn’t want him around getting in their way.He was a solid six foot, two hundred pound hunk of muscle. I wondered what he was packing in those gym shorts he was wearing. We had a pleasant evening, good eats, cold beer, good company and lots of laughs.I don’t know if my wife noticed that Baxter was in good spirits lately. He was not mean or condescending throughout.