“I’m gonna cum, I’m going to cum,” he cried out in sudden ecstasy.Just like Jeremy, Michael pulled out of her, sliding up and straddling her b...ody as his hand pumped his cock. He was just above her face; Gail forced to look up as he said it.“Open your mouth, Gail.”She didn’t know why she did, but her lips parted as she watched the first load of cum shoot out of his cock in a powerful jet. It was like slow motion as it arced over her and flooded her chin with his hot sperm. Over and over, his. I stood there making out with her, condom sliding off my drooping cock, fingers at her snatch, trying to get her off manually, reaching inside her warm slick tunnel with three fingers and massaging her firm unhooded clit. She really seemed to appreciate it in a moment of relative tenderness, but eventually she said she was good and I stopped.“You made a fucking mess,” Terry told me, nodding downward. While I was so enraptured by the feeling of her warm, silky cunt around my fingers, the condom. " Fine," he answered, "Tear up the papers with my signature on them. When you conclude your business here I'll be downstairs in the car waiting." He turned and left.Just as he left Stroud's office he turned around, reentered and handed her the keys to the SUV. He also gave her a handful of cash from his inside coat pocket. "I'll take the bus back."Marie stared at his retreating back. Tears formed in her eyes. "Why can't he understand?" she asked."Marie, that man operates on a different. Had any of his previous employers ever met and discussed his work ethic, they would have all agreed that Mr. Jerry Fischer belonged deep inside a jail, not out in front of hapless customers. Instead they kept quiet and prayed that his victims would be too embarrassed about their gullibility to file suit against their store. Many people would have preferred that Mr. Jerome Fischer be served up to the nearest junk yard dog as dinner for a three day weekend. In short, many, many people thought Mr..