So I put them on my maybe folder. The next person I interviewed was Jessica. She was a cute milf and gave me a slight hard on as she walked in. Her b...louse was white and cut pretty low and wore a pencil skirt with nice heals. The biggest part of the interview I wanted to ask was her work history, which threw a major red flag. She worked retail for 2 years then in manufacturing and worked in banking. She politely answered, I never found my right calling and I hope this might be it for me. After. She knew she was going to scream with pleasure. Now that he was half drained, he'd take longer. He'd pound her until she was whimpering with exhaustion, and she wanted it! Lying on that table, feeling the rough ropes that held her wrists, she knew that she wanted it that way!For a long moment she stared at a crack that ran the length of the ceiling and realized what was happening to her. She hated Manual. And yet her body cried for him, literally. Already her pussy was weeping its stream of. Hmmm. There in the bottom of the dark cabinet was a 1st-aid kit. It was just like the one at my dad's work I'd seen many years before, a rather large old-fashioned white enameled metal box with a big red cross on it and toolbox-style closures. Both because I thought the box interesting and my face was bleeding from a razor cut, I opened it. Although it had a few odds and ends of old 1st-aid supplies, it mainly contained videotape cassettes, all labeled, appropriately, with white adhesive. If I wasn't so sweaty, I would have darted out of there, and still thought about it. They took a while though, so I bit the bullet, and figured I could just go to the opposite side, be quick, and head out.I was super nervous though, I stripped down, and looked down to make sure I wasn't hard, even though I was getting there. I was still so horny, and these 2 were making it even worse, but I didn't know them at all, and it could go very poorly if they weren't bi or gay, and I made an unwanted.