A chance occured in a locker room when everyone promptly left. It was Friday after all, but they hardly ever had any plans. Once again they were fucki...ng in the bathroom - they wouldn’t risk it, even if they would love to - only this time Brett was clutching the sink, huffing, his shorts on the floor and t-shirt rolling onto the back of his head. Zach was deep inside him all this time and only when he was close, he clutched Brett’s shaft shakily, releasing his load into the boy’s ass, jacking. I read the new employee welcoming literature I had received at the front desk. There were meetings to attend duriing the coming week and also some tests to take. I would find out about them as the week progressed. Everything I needed to become an employee was included. I was told that I could attend a different play every night. It was up to me. But I was required to attend the perfomance on Friday. That play was The Merchant of Venice. I was betting that it was a favorite of Mr. Kocker, him. . . .She stares at me.I wait a moment. Then I say"Neither have I"I reluctantly get ready to pound my cock into her asshole when . . ."PLEASE!!!JUST FUCK ME IN... in...the pussy first is all I ask?" So I'm better acquainted with your penis?"I thought to myself. This is going to be a long night. Right? Maybe I should save that for later. Right? Okay."Okay"I pulled her up and back toward me so her butt was on my belly button and my cock was right in front of her pussy in between her chip clipped. I was hoping to get back early.” Tom looked up at her. “Not to worry. I’ve got to unload the van of the cable and fittings and get my tools out. It will take a while. Why don’t you go and... “ She smiled at him. “Can I put everything in the shed?” She nodded and turned away. Carla laid out her clothing on the bed and ran a bath for herself. She had just settled down in the hot soapy water when she heard Tom’s voice and a knock on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?” Carla laughed. “I.