Even with that and staying here, we end up breaking even or making a little with your stipends and allowance. Plus, all of your clothes you bought for... work are tax deductible. Now don't talk or worry about money. That almost tore my parents apart and I vowed to never let it be a problem." Joe said with a choke in his throat.Joe spoke little of his parents, having lost them both before they were 60. Joe's Dad died of a heart attack while driving on vacation and the resulting accident took his. We both ran into the closet and closed the door. Once we were behind the door, we realized what we had just done, and no sooner than we realized this, Bryan opened the closet door. He just stood there, not saying anything with the biggest look of shock on his face. “Come out of the closet you homos” We both came out, and stood there, not speaking. I tried to start saying something, but nothing came out. Bryan just stood there, thinking, he was obviously shocked, I mean, you could tell, he had. And tonight was going to be no different.My first port of call though, and the reason I was nearly an hour early, was the manager's office. There were two desks in there one for each of the owners and they were always there in the evening to claim their perks, that being the freedom to fuck us dancers any time they felt the need for a weekly bonus they thought was generous but us girls considered just adequate. Tonight it was the turn of me and tall blonde with a perfect 36D-24-36 figure by the. He leaned in and lightly scraped his teeth over the nipple closest to him, causing her to arch into his mouth. ‘Luke,’ Emmie moaned, her hands going to his head to hold him there. ‘Fuck meee please.’ He pulled back and ran a hand lightly down her back. ‘No, I’m not done playing with you yet. So I want you to sit back and just enjoy what I’m gonna do to you, little slut.’ He tweaked her nipple before sliding down her body to press a kiss to her stomach. Emmie could feel her cunt begin to weep.