"Oh, Muffy, stop it, you're no good at this," a blonde in a pink tennis outfit said, pushing Mrs. J. French Pennington off my dick. She grabbed the ot...her woman's hair and yanked her away, then made love to my dick like it she was a thirsty woman in the desert who'd just found a cherry flavored popsicle. Her lips were thin, but she had a tongue like velvet, and she used it to drive me to a steadily building excitement that soon had me moaning like a dog in heat.As Eddie and Mrs. Freemantle came. Her attention went from her nipples to her pussy as he slapped it hard several times. She could feel a mixture of pain and pleasure as he spanked her pussy several times. Her juices were dripping from her pussy and she felt she was about to cum when he stopped telling her not to ever cum with permission and that she was to beg to cum when she could not hold it. He let her get some composure back as he watched her jerking and moaning in her bondage. Traci jerked and struggled hard against. Sleep. I don't think they would have hired me but I was the only that came in to apply for the job. Small town, Alberta, Canada, who wants a job that paid minimum wage and no promise of any future what so ever. ME, that's who! Not interested in doing anything for the rest of my life.Monday morning promptly at 7:45am I was there ready to go to work, I don't think they could believe I actually showed up much less 15 minutes early. The Millwright I would be helping was an older man in his late. The gun is pressed against his temple, and he still refuses. I hear the door ding and look over and see Damien, the relief clear on his face. "Come on," he says and we start toward him. "Hey! I said don't move!" The man yells and Lara and I freeze, "Who the fuck are you?!" He points the gun towards Damien and I start toward him. Lara grabs my arm and shakes her head. "I'm just here to get my girlfriend and her friend. Just let us leave, and we'll be on our way," Damien looks at me and nods. We.