I could go home and nurse the blue balls I was given that morning. Shit. Sex videos ——————————
Shiann and I had a pretty decent relationship. The waitress I talked to before my interview told me the boss was a pervert with a foot fetish.”
“Eww.” I shook my head, convincingly. “So, you want to tell me why there’s spit on my sock and a bottle of lotion on the floor?” She had a disgusted look in her eyes. She looked at me with her pretty hazel eyes, wrinkled her nose at me and laughed. But alas, she didn’t. Shiann could only be described as a burnout. Even though I knew waiting outside for a few minutes wasn’t the end of existence, I still felt like shit. I understood, but was still disappointed. She likely had A-cup breasts and whatever the equivalent of an A-cup ass was. My forearm had raised her shirt up enough that her wonderful large breasts stole a glimpse of the sunrise creeping into the room. I understood, but was still disappointed.
