In a company where shifty-eyed tools in business suits prowledthe floors like packs of dogs, he was okay."I hope you get what you want, kid," he said....It was still a polite way of telling me to pound sand. I left pissed, butwhat could I do? I blamed the lawyers for their way of turning exceptionsinto class-action lawsuits. I cursed them! I wanted to kick them where itdidn't shine! Not that that would do me any good. Nobody liked thebastards, but they still ruled the Western World like slithering. ” the other girl started speaking but was cut short by her friend.“We had sex on the plain,” she explained, “Don’t judge me, she started out as a nice 10 incher so I gave it a go...”“So ... what happened?” Paola wondered, clearly invested in the story now.“Turns out she is a grower, and a serious one at that.” The blonde said and lifted her dress. To Paola’s surprise, she was not a futa but a woman, she was held up by a gigantic cock almost as big as she was, its outline bulging visibly through. She was now stood folded forward from the hips, her back horizontal, her breasts dangling provocatively, her rump exposed, vulnerable, waiting for the lash she knew would soon be stinging its nerve endings. Andy filmed the whole of her, carefully taking in the as yet unmarked-body. then he returned to film her face, taking in young naked Cyril, eagerly stood now, tool stiff, belt dangling by his side, buckle end in hand, eagerly awaiting his uncle`s instruction to strike at her tender white. After a minute, Paul’s cock slipped out of her dripping pussy. Jim continued to slowly fuck her ass as she leaned back and fingered her cunt for a few seconds then she looked over at me and said, “Rob, fuck my cunt, I want you to fuck me now too.” I moved between Annie’s spread legs and slipped my cock into her hot wet dripping pussy. I could feel Jim’s cock slowly working in her ass as I began to slowly work my dick into her slippery cunt. It was a new sensation for me to feel another man’s.