I said I would do anything she wants as long as her doesn’t call.She said “Anything?” with a big grin.I said “Yes, anything just don't call�...� while begging.She looked at me with a devilish smile and told me to take off all my clothes. I was shocked, did not expecting that, I thought maybe some money or wanted me to do a job around the house for her, but no she want to see me naked. Now my face turned cherry red, and again she demanded me take them off or else. I had no choice, I started to take. As soon as Bob dropped her off, Mary went upstairs and carefully washed her hands in the bathroom. Lifting the dress up, she loosened the strings on the dressing pad, and pulled it away slightly. Thankfully, the stitches were holding and there was no bleeding, so she walked into her bedroom to look at herself in the wardrobe mirror. Her outer labia were pressed close together now, with no sign of her inner labia at all. Carefully, she pulled her lips apart to see inside. A row of tiny stitches. "How is that a fair representation of the actual shipping costs?" My Dad asked the question. Joyce stopped smiling when he did."It costs the same to ship the bakery goods either way. All we do is fill up the empty spaces with vending product going the same way. It is an added bonus for us that we have a way to take advantage of what would otherwise be wasted space. It doesn't harm the bakeries. They'd pay the same amount, regardless."Joyce was right. Still, her method of accounting didn't take. After the awesome blowjob, she had to leave for her next shift. It wasn't long until I got a message from her saying that I was such a sweet guy and that my cock and cum were some of the best she had. I just couldn't wait until the next Sunday to fuck her young, tight pussy.The next Sunday came around and much the same as before happened. Some more TV, talking, and listening to music. This time I decided to just make a move much earlier on. We started kissing again but this time I laid her.