I thought about Marla's offer all week while at home or my temp job. My boring, brain-numbing temp job where for eight hours a day I scanned old paper... files from, like, a gazillion years ago into computer memory to free up cabinet space for more paper files. Each hum of the scanner made me think of all that money... What I'd have to do to earn it. On Friday my boss said I wouldn't be needed after today. Which meant on Monday, I'd have to spend an entire morning in the temp agency's office while. The fact was that his girlfriend looked gorgeous. He paused and thought, 'I guess she's not that anymore. But, she'll make a great fuck-toy.'"No. You're really not Sharon any more. Tits is a much better name for you."Tits smiled and said, "Jimmy, can we go home now? Please?" She squirmed her pussy against him."In a minute. Just wait over there." Tits obeyed his instructions like a good fuck-toy and stood in the corner. After a moment her horniness got to her and she began masturbating. She. "Bastard" she laughed and got up to fetch another drink, giving me (and every other man in the pub) a chance to look at her curvy little bottom moving sensuously beneath her tight trousers!Being a "bum man" I looked for the line of her panties, but couldn't find any sign of them and it wasn't until I saw her returning with our drinks that I realised why and I thought it was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen in my life!Not only were her breasts jiggling delightfully beneath her tee. Such sweet relief!"Yes, that's it!" she cried, "That's it! Oh yes! Harder!"He scratched harder. It felt so good! But now the itch was moving. He had to follow it!"Lower, Parsons, lower!" she cried and he moved lower, scratching her lower back. It was bliss, pure bliss."That's it, Parsons, that's it! That's the spot!"But it was moving again, lower. Parsons had to follow it."Lower, Parsons, lower," she pleaded."Lower?" he questioned."Yes! Please! Lower!" OK, Ms. Davenport," he said and his hands.