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Did that ever make us unique. There are some very hard truths you learn when you suffer from a severe paucity of cash. We were absolutely desperate. Our finances were in worse shape than Nick Nolte in his mug shot.

No matter how bad the economy got, people always had to sit on shit, right? I gave him a good luck screw that night and a big sloppy breakfast blowjob to settle his nerves before he left for his appointment.

Masturbation is Xanax for people who have more fingers than money. I spent an entire hour trying to figure out how to act when he returned home. In the end, I decided to have another wank and stop thinking so much. When John finally did show up, he was over the moon. They talked sports and showed each other pictures of their families and just had a great old time.

Desena was going to call within 24 hours and let us know his decision. The last thing I remember was trying to get my dress off before heading to bed and waking up in the apartment building hallway in just my underwear. I think I may have mixed up my doors. Desena called the next morning and John was once again a member of the employed. We were so ecstatic we practically cheered despite the headaches and vomiting. He and some loser named Michael Trout were both being given a two-week audition.

The winner got the job permanently and the loser went back to being just plain old ordinary unemployed Michael Trout.

That was the plan, anyway. Thursday, John came home in a very solemn mood. He looked like someone in his family had died or like when I take him Christmas shopping. Eviction notices started to flash before my eyes. We were sunk like a Walmart row boat. I searched my panicked brain for a way out. Well, first I searched my panicked brain to see if there was any booze left from the other night…and then I searched it for a way out.

I came up craps on both counts. John went as white as an albino ghost. So I would be prepared to take one for the team…for us…as long as you were okay with it. It would probably be ongoing. This whole sordid mess was killing him. Desena was an absolute fucking monster. In the morning, hubby headed off work like he was about to get a colonoscopy from Ozzy Osbourne.

Things were that bad. It read like a sexual horror movie. I refused to let myself cry or show any emotion as I absorbed all the gory details. I knew if Johnny had an inkling of what was on those pages, he would never let me do it. I had to be strong for the both of us. We made a deal. Boy, did we make the right decision! Come Saturday, I was so dyspeptic, I could barely stand the smell of the food I had to cook that malignant shit stain.

Luckily I had a short black dress and I was born without underwear, so that part was easy. At seven on the dot, the doorbell rang. John went to welcome out esteemed guest and I dashed off to throw up and brush my teeth. When I came back into the room, I almost lost what stomach contents I had left. I guess I had imagined someone slightly younger or more human. He gave me this disgusting, pervo smile as I walked over to shake his hand.

It was like a big cold lump of clammy evil. I could feel my vagina trying to hide inside my asshole as he leered into my eyes. And then he pulled me to him and kissed me on the cheek very slowly. Apparently, Stalin used to invite his associates over for a chummy dinner and they ate know that someone, after the meal, was going to be dragged off and shot. That was pretty well the mood around the table that night.

Except, in this case, one of us namely me was going to get dragged off and fucked. After the apple crumble and French vanilla ice cream, he gave me another big slow kiss on the cheek to thank me for being such a good cook.

He also had his hand a long, long way up my leg. It was all I could do not to stab him in the eye with my dessert fork. I jumped out of my chair and headed off to the kitchen. Cognac was to be served next. I took a huge snort of the stuff before I made my fateful march back into the room.

It was just too horrifying. That might just be the perfect thing to cap off this wonderful meal. I had to be better. This had to be the primo fuck of his lifetime and I was going to put all my revulsion aside and pretend this gorgon was Brad Fucking Pitt.

I reached in and pulled out this hideous, pallid, wrinkled flaccid mess. Desena, what a beautiful cock you have! I stroked his nutsack with the tips of my fingers and licked his limp, rubbery member till it slowly came to life… or rose from the undead, depending on your point of view. The way her tongue slides along my shaft and caresses the head is absolutely sublime. I tried to keep my head below the table as much as possible for his sake but it was tough.

It was bad enough he had to hear the obscene noises emanating from my cock-filled esophagus. I started jacking Desena off while seriously working over his balls and scrotum with my tongue.

My plan was to make him cum as quickly as possible. No way a dude this old and sinister could muster two pant-geysers in one night. He started moaning and shifting in his seat big time and I thought maybe I had him but he grabbed my hair and pulled me off his toxic genitalia.

Now things were really going to get icky. The Dark Lord stared holes in me as I removed my dress. And there I was, naked and humiliated and creeped-out right up to the eyeballs. Desena grabbed a handful of my pussy and pulled me towards him. Now I was way too grossed out to even think about weeping. His hands were all over my breasts and ass as our lips and tongues locked in an unholy union. I straddled him and started to lower myself down onto his penis.

The head of his knob easily penetrated my artificially lubricated quim. He must have thought that he was really toasting my marshmallows the way he slid into me. Now, it was a free-for-all. I rode him like a wild fucking animal. I moaned and swore and writhed. My tongue was so far in his mouth, I could practically taste his breakfast.

His face got redder and redder. A few more minutes of whacking my cunt about on his dick and he grabbed my ass with both his hands and gave this little jerk. There was a momentary silence. Desena began making these noises like a drunken sea lion as his poisonous semen started oozing out of him and polluting my uterus. I did not let up. Fill me up with that luscious, gorgeous cum! Then I jumped up and hungrily licked his dick and balls till they were sparkly clean.

He patted my head like a good little doggy and I smiled up at him lovingly and gently stroked his spunk machine. I did not get dressed after that.

I continued to fawn over him naked and tell Johnny what and unbelievable lover his boss was and could he please come back again as soon as possible. We just went to bed and tried to drain the utter disgust and self-loathing from our bodies. The next day, hubby came home and said that they were letting Trout go. That was the good news. The bad news was Desena had invited himself over to our place that night to celebrate.

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Did that ever make us unique. There are some very hard truths you learn when you suffer from a severe paucity of cash. We were absolutely desperate. Our finances were in worse shape than Nick Nolte in his mug shot. No matter how bad the economy got, people always had to sit on shit, right? I gave him a good luck screw that night and a big sloppy breakfast blowjob to settle his nerves before he left for his appointment. Masturbation is Xanax for people who have more fingers than money.

I spent an entire hour trying to figure out how to act when he returned home. In the end, I decided to have another wank and stop thinking so much. When John finally did show up, he was over the moon. They talked sports and showed each other pictures of their families and just had a great old time.

Desena was going to call within 24 hours and let us know his decision. The last thing I remember was trying to get my dress off before heading to bed and waking up in the apartment building hallway in just my underwear.

I think I may have mixed up my doors. Desena called the next morning and John was once again a member of the employed. We were so ecstatic we practically cheered despite the headaches and vomiting.

He and some loser named Michael Trout were both being given a two-week audition. The winner got the job permanently and the loser went back to being just plain old ordinary unemployed Michael Trout. That was the plan, anyway. Thursday, John came home in a very solemn mood. He looked like someone in his family had died or like when I take him Christmas shopping.

Eviction notices started to flash before my eyes. We were sunk like a Walmart row boat. I searched my panicked brain for a way out. Well, first I searched my panicked brain to see if there was any booze left from the other night…and then I searched it for a way out. I came up craps on both counts. John went as white as an albino ghost.

So I would be prepared to take one for the team…for us…as long as you were okay with it. It would probably be ongoing. This whole sordid mess was killing him. Desena was an absolute fucking monster. In the morning, hubby headed off work like he was about to get a colonoscopy from Ozzy Osbourne. Things were that bad. It read like a sexual horror movie.

I refused to let myself cry or show any emotion as I absorbed all the gory details. I knew if Johnny had an inkling of what was on those pages, he would never let me do it. I had to be strong for the both of us. We made a deal. Boy, did we make the right decision! Come Saturday, I was so dyspeptic, I could barely stand the smell of the food I had to cook that malignant shit stain.

Luckily I had a short black dress and I was born without underwear, so that part was easy. At seven on the dot, the doorbell rang. John went to welcome out esteemed guest and I dashed off to throw up and brush my teeth.

When I came back into the room, I almost lost what stomach contents I had left. I guess I had imagined someone slightly younger or more human. He gave me this disgusting, pervo smile as I walked over to shake his hand.

It was like a big cold lump of clammy evil. I could feel my vagina trying to hide inside my asshole as he leered into my eyes. And then he pulled me to him and kissed me on the cheek very slowly. Apparently, Stalin used to invite his associates over for a chummy dinner and they ate know that someone, after the meal, was going to be dragged off and shot. That was pretty well the mood around the table that night.

Except, in this case, one of us namely me was going to get dragged off and fucked. After the apple crumble and French vanilla ice cream, he gave me another big slow kiss on the cheek to thank me for being such a good cook. He also had his hand a long, long way up my leg. It was all I could do not to stab him in the eye with my dessert fork.

I jumped out of my chair and headed off to the kitchen. Cognac was to be served next. I took a huge snort of the stuff before I made my fateful march back into the room. It was just too horrifying. That might just be the perfect thing to cap off this wonderful meal. I had to be better. This had to be the primo fuck of his lifetime and I was going to put all my revulsion aside and pretend this gorgon was Brad Fucking Pitt.

I reached in and pulled out this hideous, pallid, wrinkled flaccid mess. Desena, what a beautiful cock you have! I stroked his nutsack with the tips of my fingers and licked his limp, rubbery member till it slowly came to life… or rose from the undead, depending on your point of view.

The way her tongue slides along my shaft and caresses the head is absolutely sublime. I tried to keep my head below the table as much as possible for his sake but it was tough.

It was bad enough he had to hear the obscene noises emanating from my cock-filled esophagus. I started jacking Desena off while seriously working over his balls and scrotum with my tongue. My plan was to make him cum as quickly as possible. No way a dude this old and sinister could muster two pant-geysers in one night.

He started moaning and shifting in his seat big time and I thought maybe I had him but he grabbed my hair and pulled me off his toxic genitalia. Now things were really going to get icky. The Dark Lord stared holes in me as I removed my dress. And there I was, naked and humiliated and creeped-out right up to the eyeballs. Desena grabbed a handful of my pussy and pulled me towards him. Now I was way too grossed out to even think about weeping. His hands were all over my breasts and ass as our lips and tongues locked in an unholy union.

I straddled him and started to lower myself down onto his penis. The head of his knob easily penetrated my artificially lubricated quim. He must have thought that he was really toasting my marshmallows the way he slid into me. Now, it was a free-for-all. I rode him like a wild fucking animal. I moaned and swore and writhed. My tongue was so far in his mouth, I could practically taste his breakfast.

His face got redder and redder. A few more minutes of whacking my cunt about on his dick and he grabbed my ass with both his hands and gave this little jerk. There was a momentary silence. Desena began making these noises like a drunken sea lion as his poisonous semen started oozing out of him and polluting my uterus.

I did not let up. Fill me up with that luscious, gorgeous cum! Then I jumped up and hungrily licked his dick and balls till they were sparkly clean. He patted my head like a good little doggy and I smiled up at him lovingly and gently stroked his spunk machine. I did not get dressed after that. I continued to fawn over him naked and tell Johnny what and unbelievable lover his boss was and could he please come back again as soon as possible.

We just went to bed and tried to drain the utter disgust and self-loathing from our bodies. The next day, hubby came home and said that they were letting Trout go.

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