I will give you some of my leftovers so you get what you need for today." None of what she said registered to me at all.She walked in the kitchen and ...started to make herself dinner. She was having a salad with some pasta. Once her food was ready she grabbed the bowls and put them down a few feet from Olivers. It hit me just then what she had in mind. She opened one can of food and split it between the Oliver and I. I just looked at the bowl as Oliver woofed down his (pun intended). Sara looked. ..?" She paused and her shake slowed."Doug Chambers, Ma'am," he answered."Doug, then. And please, call me Chris." She smiled to him. "I'm not tooformal here, as you can tell," she said, indicating the dirty glassdisplay cases and the disorganized shelves. Doug could tell that she wasgoing to be keeping him busy.And busy he was. Doug spent the first two days of his new job cleaningthose display cases and every last pot, chair and lamp in that store. Hereeked of Windex and Pledge. He had just. Her neck remained strained and her eyes feasted on the reflection as she watched her arse hole flex obscenely as she forced the metal plug in and out. She moaned deeply, pushing and pulling faster and harder as her hands continued to maul roughly at her cheeks. With her smooth cunt screaming for attention, her body suddenly recoiled and she gasped involuntarily. She just managed to catch hold of the retreating plug before quickly regaining her composure. Realising that she didn’t have much. They then started talking on the phone. He tried to butch his voice up as much as he could. She told him he sounded different then she thought. His hands were shaking and his heart was beating faster then it ever beat. He thought he was going to have a heart attack. He said that he speaks softly..But he hard where it counts. She giggled at this. She had a sultry laugh...but warm like smooth milk. After a couple of time talking she assisted on meeting him. He wanted to fuck him, have her first.