Once as I was leaving his room Joey pointed to a pen on the carpet and said, “Jill, could you please pick up my pen?” This happene...d again the next night and then I figured out Joey’s dirty trick. From then on every time Joey had me pick something from the floor, I would bend over to pick up that item from the floor slowly so that Joey could get a good view of my ass. Soon I even stopped wearing my thongs at night. Before leaving Joey’s room I would look back with a smile. He started to move faster, fucking my ass deeper and deeper with each thrust. I lowered my chest onto the floor so my nipples were being rubbed by the rough texture of the carpet, and to give him deeper access to my ass. I could feel his cockhead pushing past my sphincter, and the pain each time he pushed into my ass. Pain turned to pleasure! Suddenly I felt several huge orgasms rip through me. I am a cum slut and I love it. My whole body was shaking so hard from my orgasm and my clit was. He gave me a Xeroxed map of the cemetery and marked my family's plot on it.Indeed, there were Lorenzens in plenty, the oldest dates going well back before 1800. I jotted down all the inscriptions that I could make out, and resolved to buy some rubbing wax in hopes that I could decipher the others. The last Lorenzen was Edward, my father. I stood in silence in front of his grave. A gray noiseless mist emerged from it. The mist told me nothing that I did not already know.I picked Sophia up at 6. A little over an hour later Mark's business was concluded for the day. Claude led Mark out of the bank. Meanwhile back inside the bank Harold turned to the frightened and confused woman."Rachel, as a reward for your brainless discourtesy to one of the largest depositors in this branch you have been handed a great promotion as your punishment." Oh?" She looked at her former boss in confusion."Yes. For all practical purposes you are no longer an employee of this branch. When I first became aware.