She had an armful of books, which I took from her and carried into the house. As we were going down the steps into the living room, Nelo let out a cry... and grabbed the calf of her right leg. I set the books down and turned to see what was wrong. Nelo sat on our couch and was rubbing her calf vigorously. "What's wrong?" I asked."I have a cramp and it is killing me." She looked at me and said, "Could you rub it out for me?"I moved down near her feet and grabbed her calf with both hands. I could. As for working for Webb, he can forget about that event ever occurring. His hands are too dirty for my comfort." Richard is not like that at all," she retorted hotly.It caught my attention that she focused in on what I said about Richard Webb instead of my not being ready for marriage. As I sat there silently appraising her, she had the grace to blush and turn her head. I gently cupped her chin and pulled her face around."If you have feelings for Webb, why not let him know? I want you to be. I eagerly anticipated his load, his slaty taste on my tongue. he didn't disappoint. His blast was hot and full force hitting the back of my throat with blast after balst...I was ready for mine, but I knew he would make me wait. He pulled put and watched as I swallowed the last of him and then he said he was going to take a shower. AFter that, we would go out. He had a deal for me. Over dinner he explained it: for the week, I would be his slave, his beck and call girl, which was not. I had left the tape playing when I went to check out the storeroom so when I got back to the manager's office I could see movement on the screen. It was June our junior full timer and she was taking her outer clothes off. What the fuck, I thought for we had a large ladies bathroom if she wanted to change. I guess she was changing out of her store uniform and putting on something else to meet with her boyfriend.I now watched intently as her store dress dropped to the floor to reveal her scanty.