Fortunately, Tracey had had her share of factory jobs in the past, so she knew more or less what was expected of her. Like the other girls on her conv...eyor belt, she was issued with a pair of clear plastic gloves which was all anyone had to wear, besides a little factory-issue ribbon which was secured through the hair to keep it off her face. Her job, like Zeta and Buttercup was to take the icy cold chicken legs, breasts and wings as they trundled by, place the lump into a polystyrene tray, and. She stood as I entered and asked, “Are you Drew?” She was medium height, thirty five or so years old, long black hair, medium boobs, dark complexion, manicured nails. “Yes, I’m Drew.” She held her purse nervously in front of her. “I’ve heard about your…business.” I stood looking at her but said nothing. “I’d like to, how do I say it, hire your services?” “How did you hear about me?” “From one of the ladies in my congregation. I’m their rabbi.” “I’m not religious, but this seems…different.. "Hi Uncle Andy"I turned to see Sarah. She was making towards the kettle and was dressed in a checked night-shirt with buttons down the front that ended just below her thighs."Hi sweetheart, sleep okay?" Yes I got off eventually, no thanks to Mum's snoring though," she grinned.She flicked on the kettle and reached up into a cupboard for a mug. I watched as her night-shirt rode up as she stretched for a cup, giving me a nice view of the bottom curve of her buttocks. I quickly turned away as she. I coughed hard, my eyes watering and make-up running as I coughed another thick load of saliva onto the bed sheets.Jerome then easily flipped me onto my stomach; he got me in place again at the edge of the bed; my head over the side towards the floor, making my mouth and throat a straight line for him to bury his cock into.He quickly got a rhythm going inside my throat; fucking my face as I laid there on the bed taking it. My hands were grabbing handfuls of the sheets; my legs and body tensing.