OH THANK FUCK! He wasnt mad, and he didnt freak out.I pretended to 'wake up'“Heh, You know just how big my cock is buddy, but you don't need to suck... it” he said in more of a, 'I know your not asleep so I don't have to talk quietly' voice.“How'd you know I-”“Because you woke me up when you checked your phone” He cut me off mid-sentence.“Besides, I have something better in mind” he continued.Instantly I felt his cock become incredibly warm as blood begun to fill his rod.I knew exactly what he. It was he who bequeathed his first chemistry set to me when he died and now, twenty or so years into the future, I found myself standing outside one of his company's more remote laboratories, feeling like a hive of bees had just been kicked in the pit of my stomach.Terry Stafferson, the lowly intern at his own family's company. It sounded like a fucking joke, but it wasn't something I was overly mad about. I was sure to work my way up, one way or another.With a deep breath, I stepped through. Cheating bitch. In the bookstore I had seen the back area where the video booths were.The clerk asked me if I ever went back and I told him no, I had not. He gave me five dollars in free tokens and told me to go check it out, but suggested that the middle booths were best as the best movies were there. I thanked him and went back. Over twenty booths were there and most were occupied. I could tell by the red light above the door. I did find one center booth unoccupied and went in. It was dark. Carla's face became a deeper shade of red every time she had to hit the ball, allowing her breasts to bounce into view through the torn blouse. Vickie leaned forward and looked past Fran at Ms Marshall."If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that bitch until she was tamed." God, thought Fran, she's getting more outrageous every day. Ms Marshall chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created by Vickie's words."Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?" Ms Marshall gave Fran's knee a.