I touch my finger to your tongue and trace your lips and feel your breath change … you’re eager and I can already feel it in your breath. When I l...ook down at your cock it is swollen and slightly wet at the tip … I smile because I know you want me and I love that you can’t have me yet … I use that same finger and run it down your neck and then I trace your body with my hands … I love your body … I love how you respond to my touch and that I can feel your heart beating in your chest … fuck you. I asked Sandra Smith, apimply-face redhead with way too many freckles and unintentionallycomical, oversize spectacles with thick lenses, to spell Mona. "Comewith me," I told the latter."Back to the ladder?" she asked."Yes." I had no intention of putting Mona--or anyone else--to work inthe manner I'd suggested to Mr. Moore. I was shorthanded already, andthere was no way I was going to station an employee--and especially notone as good looking and sexy as Mona--on the sidewalk when he or shecould. ... Just so others would know that she is a back-seat fuck!I then joined her upstairs and in the back bedroom. She was still dressed from the evenings activities. I said noting as I lowered my pants and offered her my sticky cock. Like a good little whore, she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. As she obedianetly sucked me, I asked her some questions:"You fucked someone other than Me, your husband?" I asked."Yes Sir" she said, her mouth full of my cock."Is he the only one?" Yes. He evil sun came through the window, waking me from a peaceful sleep. I rolled over on top of my phone and picked it up.“Thanks for last night. I needed it. Miss you