The afternoon progressed. As per my job, I went about reshelving the returned books. I had only a few more to do before I could leave for the evening.... The library was closed, and the lights dimmed. I was putting away many John Grisham novels when a hand fell on my shoulder out of the darkness. Before I could scream, a voice spoke to me. ‘You drive me mad,’ it said. Male. I could almost place it. Then a cool hand reached up to caress my cheek. ‘The library is closed. You shouldn’t be here,’ I. After about a week I rang and spoke with a person named Martin who said he was the manager. He said that he remembered reading my application but that the kennel was actually going out of business so they wouldn’t be hiring anyone. I was very disappointed as you can imagine but despite my offering to work for nothing he still turned me down. I had worked pretty hard on the resume and it was the only copy I had so I asked when it would be convenient for me to pick it up. He told me the next day. I could tell she was getting tired, but I wasn’t stopping until I filled her up again. Finally, I pushed her forward over the edge of the tub. I stood up and started hammering into her from behind. Yeah, the neighbors could definitely see this, but I didn’t care. I drove into her hard, over and over, until I buried myself deep inside her and let go. Again, I shot every once of cum I had deep up inside her. Thrust after thrust. It was amazing.I pulled out of her and sat back down. She sat back. She pumps his cock wildly, slathering it with saliva. His breathing is faster but as he’s about to cum she pulls off of him, the pre-cum glistening on the head and around her mouth. She smiles, and leans up to slowly lift the blindfold off his eyes. He gapes at what he sees as she so slowly licks her lips clean of the pre-cum. She stands and turns in a circle, allowing him to view her naked body, the black Mary Janes, and the purple elbow length gloves she wears with the red/orange wig. He can.