"Take me in that alley and fuck the livin' shit outta me! OK, guys?" It was, quite, to put it bluntly. They led her into the alley and placed her on a... old and wet, large, flattened cardboard box. It had Frigidaire printed on it. In blue ink. Sylvia lay back and spread her legs, offering herself freely to the gang of youths. "Fuck me good, boys, I need a good fuckin'!"And they did. One after the other took a turn on her. With pants and underwear down around the ankles, each would pump away at. Everyone was working at their own pace. My team was all men. It was a bit depressing that there was no sweet voices and giggles to sweeten the atmosphere. But an all-boys group is no sad either. We got along really well and eventually started going out for a couple of beers.The HR was a lady in mid-thirties but with the look of a 25-year-old model. Every time she walks out of a cabin, ogling eyes would befall her. She kind of liked the attention though. The HR spends most of her time in the. With that he grasped his hand over my cock and began rubbing the leather/zipper area against my crotch. I felt the room spinning but I was horny and getting hard. As he began to rub my cock he began to grind his leather crotch on my leather ass. I could feel the zippers sorta catching on each other as the leather rubbed up against each other. After about 15 minutes I was extremely horny but no where near coming so I told him. "Can't you hurry this up?" Sure he said and with that I felt him. The last morning of the week I had this hatred of my job as if I found it horribly disgusting, and I just didn't find it interesting anymore. I figured that it's been a good run I got a lot of money from it. So I'd better quit now while I was ahead. I managed to sell my half to my partner, Lee. Asians are always into business like that. I made a good two hundred thousand off Lee, and figured I gave him a run for his money. I worked half a day and went home early to bask in the luxury of not.