For example, he thinks I should be able to convince my customers to buy shit they clearly don't need in a down economy. He keeps dropping hints that "...perhaps I don't have the "energy for the job" any longer.By the way, my name is Peter. Folks call me Pete. I'm 47 years old.Every meeting we're told to keep our resume's in order as "life is a bitch" and "only results count". And, like every ass wipe I've ever worked for, the "results" he wants are 10% higher than we've EVER done, even in good. "Here." Good. Help me move the table and chairs out of the way. We'll set up shop here." In the kitchen?" he asked. "Why not upstairs?" The linoleum I can mop. The bedroom has carpeting." Is it really going to be that messy?"Meredith regarded Noah for a long moment. "Heh!" she replied. "You don't know the half of it."Noah lifted one end of the kitchen table and pulled it to the side. He inverted the chairs on it. Marcus stomped snow off his boots and stepped inside. "Okay -- there's a path to. " With that, she gave my dick a squeeze. My first reaction should have been paternal, moving away and asking her what she thought she was doing. My actual reaction was to cream my underwear at my daughter's first touch. The appropriate paternal reaction came a few heartbeats later."Sorry Dad, just couldn't resist," she said playfully. "Of course, I don't mind exercising my fist for a few more seconds -" Suzie!"She grinned impishly at me. "Just kidding! Jeez, you would think I asked you to fuck. ..I see your testicles are full again and you know what that means don't you?"He sat down behind me and put on his latex gloves."You look so relaxed my friend, and just look at your rear hole......mmmm, a sight to behold, and those large hanging balls." You know that I must milk them don't you?"He slapped my tender ass very hard and I lurched forward driving my face into the padded restraint table.Then he lubricated his finger and the opening to my spread asshole, and shoved it in all the way..