.Banker Man looked out over the city -- his city. Below, the little people went about their daily lives, unaware of the dangers, the terrors that Bank...er Man kept at bay.Banker Man took another puff of his cigarette. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero watching over the city from the roof of his work building. The wind whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced smoke from his breath, scattering it like his dreams had when he started this job; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 years now. "Show me how hard you're willing to work for it!" Yes, Mr. Philips!" she exclaimed, lifting herself up and down, pistoning on his shaft. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck you make me so horny! So horny! So fucking horny! Ayeee!"She just kept pounding and pounding, slamming herself down on his lap, slamming his cock deep into her cunt. Kyle noticed that Hillary was staring openly now, slack jawed, drooling."Do your ... assignment ... Hillary!" he yelled out."I ... I need to go to the bathroom," his. “Missy girl I want three eggs, a plate of biscuits and gravy, some fried sow belly and a cup of that coffee,” Tag said proudly.Missy laughed out loud when he called her ‘Missy girl’, then laughed even louder when he ordered such a big breakfast.“How do you want your eggs cooked?” she asked.“Well, like you always cook’em I reckon,” he answered.“I mean, do you want them cooked hard, or kinda runny or what.”Tag turned to look once more at the men sitting beside them.“Just like theirs are cooked is. "Betty said in a low tone and then went back to reading the story out loud.I reached behind her and placed my arm over her shoulders. This allowed me easy access to one of her breasts and nipples. As I gently rolled her erect nipple between my fingers Betty paused in her storytelling and moaned.The combination of Betty's voice and the smell of her perfume had made my cock hard as granite. Betty looked down to gaze at my cock and said."You're not as long as your Father-in-law, but you're much.
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