My breasts popped free and he grabbed them and squeezed. “Perfect tits. They still amaze me.” He said and manipulated my firm breasts. He let go of my breasts and began moving in and out of me, his hands on my hips. My nipples rubbed against the mahogany desk as he worked on me. “You are still such a sweet fuck, baby girl. I just love this pussy.” He said. I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. “You excited about tomorrow night, sweetie? Now that I think of it, Kirk will love your librarian look. You don’t even have to worry about changing.” He said and continued to move slowly in and out of me. I didn’t say anything, just kept my eyes closed and waited for him to finish. A hard slap on my ass and the tone of his voice opened my eyes and my mouth. “I asked you a question, baby girl. Are you looking forward to tomorrow night?” he said, a little anger in his voice. “Yes, Billy.” I answered and I heard asian him laugh his evil laugh. He squeezed my hips, buried his cock deep and dumped another load in me. I didn't want to get into this business, but you know, well, you have to live, eat, pay the bookies, stand a round when you meet your mates, that sort of thing don't you? I remember the last days of my business, the legitimate one, the courier firm, watching the work dry up and the customers going down like ninepins, laying the guys off one by one, self employed guys, hanging around the office, instead of being out on the road, some just gave up of their own accord, others I had to suggest they looked elsewhere. The trouble was as the blowjob legit side of the trade dried, tapes, CDs, documents most of my business was break bulk pharmaceuticals, packages in Jiffy bags and video tapes to obscure addresses, when it was ten per cent of the business it was fine but then it was fifty per cent and you can't juggle the dodgy and legit runs, the guys were repeating the same runs, questions were asked, the good guys, with smart vans and bikes, sussed it teen and left while the low-lifes sussed it as well, long delays, "Break downs", I suspected they were stealing what ever it was and replacing it with what ever so more and more it was me taking the dodgy runs myself, in the Fiesta van or the K100 BMW, a bloody awful motorcycle if ever there was one, but at least it had absolutely fridge like reliability. I got to know Leroy and Frank, they ran the import and distribution company, and they knew I was in the shit. I tried to keep legit, a Solicitor wanted a guaranteed japanese secure courier service to their Durham and Liverpool branches, they liked me, but they wanted a guarantee of vehicles less than three years old. The Beemer was ten and the Fiesta even older. Which is where I met Kate. I was dressed to the nines, best suit, waistcoat even, sober tie, the one I wore when I was hauled before magistrates to explain how my Motorcycle must have been cloned and I Hardcore was sitting behind my desk when the BMW hurtled through roadworks at 129mph. Actually I failed to spot the bloody camera. But Kate, Ms Katherine Beauchamp, she was sitting there behind her desk, all prim and proper, nut brown hair in a bun, dark business suit, her white blouse giving just a hint of the luscious cleavage beneath, her eyes distorted by her spectacles. Early Twenties, I guessed, high flyer, "Ms K Beauchamp Business Loans Manager." said he name tag, "Look Andrews," she said, after the initial frosty welcome, "You don't really expect me to give you a business loan for an executive toy at this point of the economic cycle?" "Its Agnew," I corrected, "and its for the specific contract." "I know a complete fantasy fabrication when I see one," she continued, "Your turnover is eighty per cent down on last year, I saw the accounts, eighty per cent down in volume since last year, eighty." "But I'm still solvent, I can shed staff, do more myself, out on the road not as controller." "Look, Mr Agnew, do your self a favour sell up, while you can, Liquidate, before we foreclose," I knew the figures, it was finely balanced but she should have see I was a very good solid prospect, for a business loan. "Buy your executive toy on your private account and stop wasting my time." I knew she had not checked the figures, she just either did nor like me or more likely I was small fry and beneath her dignity for her to help. She crushed the life out of my business without a thought, I even thought I saw a glint of pleasure in her eyes as she said, "Good day, don't fight it, Liquidate." The Office was on a short lease, Mandy my p.a. and controller handed in her notice, she was going back to her old job at Tesco so I gave up, I told the lads remaining lads that we finish on Friday, I somehow scratched together enough to pay most of them, Jimmy took my Ford Mondeo in lieu of what I owed him and over the weekend I just took the contacts book and dumped the rest and I went back to being a one man band, like I started eight years before, except then I had a brand new Honda, and dreams. It was ironic, a year before I had the world at my feet, looking to take on more riders, I was careful to keep my Porsche hidden, I didn't let too many people know when I bought a new Mondeo, I liked to look less prosperous than I was, yet now I was desperately trying to keep up appearances, to put a buffer between my working life disasters and my life at home with Sara, but it was not the same, we agreed to put the wedding on hold and stopped doing things together, until we just slept together. Somehow I ended up taking on courier jobs for Leroy, exactly what I wanted to avoid, Jiffy bag to somewhere in Wiltshire, or Herefordshire, or somewhere equally remote, it just had to be drugs, not even disguised as documents or Videos, around ninety five miles one way, ninety five pounds for ninety minutes each way thirty quid an hour, then as I returned from one trip I got a call on my mobile phone, I used a hands free inside the helmet of course and they have another package for Ross on Wye, I head round there and they are very suspicious, so I head off for darkest Herefordshire. It was a farmhouse I delivered the package, "Hey hang around, I got a return for you." “Yes, sweetheart, you are doing great.” Her big green tits jiggling as they pull her in place. Oh hell yes smiled Patricia, as she took the thermometer in plunged it into my hole. • Water Quality He slowly pushed his fat cock in my tight ass. Sal had come here as part of a massive reconstruction of Route 100, a major N-S artery that connected I-476 in the north near Allentown with the Pennsylvania Turnpike in the south before ending near West Chester where it merged with Route 202. “Wow,” said Fahima. They rolled around on the bed for a couple of minutes and then parted. I wanted to relish every minute teen of this. “The fuck is this?” Kurt asked, frowning at the screen. Stacy had to settle for sandals because she didn't bring any high heels for the sleepover. Opening the door of Hardcore the toilet stall, she peered around to make sure she was alone in the bathroom. As usual, I’d gone to bed leaving the balcony door open so Dani’s shouting soon woke me. When I emerged Dani told me that I had about an hour before we were blowjob getting picked up to go to the Party Boat. We were on our way. asian “You are no fucking help at all.” I wanted japanese to tell her I had been thinking about cumming in her mouth and watching her swallow my cum. What if I was tied down and they mercilessly used toys on me making me cum and cum and cum. "So who's really fuckin' who right now? Zoey moaned louder and louder as she shuddered atop me. Her fingers kneaded my breasts.