So feminine, so accept it.' As he said this, I protested but not too much. I like you and you are a good worker but you could be making so much more money by using your natural skills.' We worked a few hours and were finally ready to close up when he held my shoulder and spoke. One evening, at the end of the store hours, he took me to the back to take inventory. I did not want to lose my job so I played along with his comments. He made crude sexual jokes, especially concerning man to man sex. I liked the job but was a bit intimidated by the manager, Mr. In the meantime, I had secured a part time job working in a local hardware store stocking shelves and making deliveries using the store van. I had just graduated from high school with plans to continue my education in the Fall. My story begins three years ago when I reached the age of eighteen.
As I rest on my knees sucking an average size cock, I contemplate how I could have ended up here in a cheap motel submitting to an older man.
