“Let’s go.”Chuck said, “Thank you for meeting with us.”“You’re welcome. Let me get the front door for you,” Al said rising from his de...sk.They followed him out to the front door. He held it open and let them out. He watched them stand in front of the building. He didn’t know what to make of them.“Where to now?” Chuck asked.“I want to check on the sharks,” Betsy answered.Al stared at her wondering what sharks she was talking about. He closed the door and raced back to his office. He wanted to see. It seemed like I was masturbating every hour when I was off from work. My mind reeled with excitement. I knew I was being bold and daring, and I wondered what George was thinking. The big night finally arrived, and I prepared myself fastidiously, leaving nothing to chance. I was clean shaven, and I even took a couple of those plastic bottle enemas up my rectum. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, after all. I put my short blue summer robe on, wearing nothing underneath. I rolled my two favorite. He pushed in around three inches then pulled out two. He did this a few minutes to loosen up her very tight asshole. Billy thought her cunt was tight when he first fucked her, but this was something else! It was if every muscle in her body was squeezing his cock and trying to push it out. He pulled out his cock almost all the way, just leaving his head inside of Phoebe. Then he took some more lube and lubed up his exposed shaft. And back to work. Billy now was moving faster and got in four. It wasn't there. Cyn wept as she dug through the wet and soiled paper towels looking for the one that had her money folded up in it. Giving up her search, Cyn collapsed onto the floor and held her head in her hands while she cried. She knew, without being told, that the counter girls had taken the money. Between all the people who expected a share of her earnings, and the 'Junior Whore Uniform' that she was sure the Manager was over charging her for, Cyn was going to leave the theater with less.