As I woke up I looked beside me to find Pablo gone to work. I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom, where I waxed, shaved, and trimmed any loose hair on my body so I could feel like a rubber duck. A sexy rubber duck that is.
My boyfriend, Pablo, has been coming home late, he usually comes home by six PM with traffic, but now he is coming around eight PM. Every time I talked about it, he gave me this look as if I asked him about his dead dog. His go-to line would always be: I am bringing home money for your childish expenses, I am working overtime for you, and you question me.
The janitor was in front of me with his pants near his ankles, his hand holding his long, thick cock; the head of his cock looking right at me. My mouth began to drool as I began to think of his cock penetrating my insides. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as it grew more between my fingers, which got me more excited. Peter backed off and took a seat to watch what was about to happen to me; even he was shocked how big this cock was. The janitor began to undress his shirt and kicked off his pants and boxers, as he was just in his shoes and I was naked from top to bottom.
I have been seeing my boyfriend, Doug, for a little over a year now. I have met his parents perhaps two times throughout the year. His parents are nice individuals, and their love for each other was what I aspire to find one day, and perhaps it could be with Doug.
I began working a job at this collections agency. We would call customers on behalf of financial institutions and try to get the money they loaned, returned. I have worked in this place for almost four months now. The people I work with are great, they keep to themselves and talk when approached. The job itself isn't difficult either, calling the customers and trying to put them on a payment plan is our end goal.
The men got ready, wearing pants with nothing under and an easy-to-remove top. They didn't bother knocking on the door because Larry left the door open, not wanting to scare Ashley.