I hated him because he was a condescending prick. All he could talk about was his 1977 Pontiac Trans Am, the same one Burt Reynolds drove in “Smokey... and the Bandit.” He talked more about his car than his newborn daughter. Every time he saw me going out for carts he wanted me to check over his ride and to immediately let him know if a cart even touched it.Another reason I hated him was the way he treated the other employees. If he even thought they were doing something wrong he would run to. She's been fucked in her pussy and ass and triple penetrated with a cock in her mouth, ass and cunt while getting filled with loads of cum at the same time and always begging for more during the affair. To her a cock is a cock and she loves them all. To her size does matter. The small ones for her ass, the big ones for her pussy. It takes her a whole month to finally realize what she did was morally wrong while her hormones return to normal. All the while I'm reaping the benefits of her. After slipping it in and out a few times I responded, “If you want more of this then you better get cleaned up big boy.”Hopping up from the bed quickly, he leapt over to me and gave me a peck on the lips as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh and across my slippery hole before he bounded off to the bathroom.As I stood there shaking from his touch, I knew that this was going to last much longer than just a weekend. After settling down, I finished covering my body in the lotion so that I was. She checked the contents and half murmured, ³That¹ll do.² I didn¹t attach any significance to the remark at the time. As we turned to leave, we almost bumped into David as he came down the stairs. ³Ah, Abigail, are you OK to model for us next week? You did really well today. I¹ve heard a few complimentary remarks.² Her reaction surprised me. She looked blankly at him and then stammered, ³Er . . . um . . . I don¹t know whether I¹ll be able to. I . . . I . . . just don¹t know.² She moved.