He picked up the five she’d left, and dumped the wine cooler down the sink. Tuesday night was a little faster, but he was going to be lucky if the t...ps bought much more than a hamburger. Not many natives came to Gibbey’s during the week. The little sportsman’s bar that was part of Restaurante Italia didn’t have a TV or juke box. It’s primary purpose was to siphon cash from diners while they waited for a table. On weekends, when Chicago invaded this little town on the coast of Lake Michigan, the. But through the material, I could still feel the tufts of pubic hair around the base of his organ, now hard and erect across his right leg. My hand strained around inside the small space. His balls may have been a boys but his tool was that of a man, not particularly thick but surprisingly long especially for such a short chap, I thought. Still through his soft cotton boxer shorts, I could feel that he was already in a high state of excitement, soaking wet from the pre-cum juices I had already. I did not stop and let it subside calmly like I would when I was alone in the privacy of my home, I attacked my clit through the entire orgasm which seemed to draw it out for longer then I had even known. When it finally came to a close, I noticed that Jessica was at the table next to the sliding glass door which went into her house. She had something in her hands. Oh my, no! It was a video recorder. "Yes Kimmy, everything that just happened was recorded." She informed me."You see slut, I was. Things were made difficult for me. I was obstructed, nodoubt in the hope that I would jump without forcing them into the expenseof a redundancy settlement.So there I was returning from an angry meeting, making a short detour tobuy myself a microwave ready meal for one, and into this existencesashayed her, my one in a million temptation with a pot of low-fat yogurtin her elegant hand. Neither of us were paying much attention to where wewere going - I was actually looking the other way to check.