CHAPTER 1 I never thought that at 40 I would be divorced. I have a great son, that I don’t get much time to see. I have the usual bills like mortgage, car payment, and now, child support. Somehow, it just doesn’t seem fair that the innocent party in a divorce gets raked over the coals by family court. I have no objection paying child support. However, in my state men almost always lose. To keep up my bills, I was forced to look for a part time job. I work 40-50 hours a week as a restaurant manager. Yet, that money was no longer enough to keep my financial head above water. I called several friends inquiring if they knew any part time jobs that I could take on. Everyone said the same thing to me that ‘times were tough’. I went online looking for part time work and ran across an ad for drivers needed. I waited until Monday to call the number listed inquiring about the position. To my surprise, a delightful lady answered the phone with a slight southern drawl to her voice. “Thank you for calling Happy, Happee Limo. This is Tina speaking. Do you need a limo nude for pickup or airport service?” Her voice just seemed to ‘smile’ over the phone. I hesitated for a moment before answering, “Neither, I’m calling about a position that I saw your company post online for a driver.” “Oh, that’s handled by Sasha. Please hold while I connect you.” Tina replied. I waited for what seemed like an hour but, most likely just 5 minutes or so. Finally, a woman with a deep Eastern European accent answered. My head quickly thought of the old cartoon “Boris and Natasha” as Sasha’s voice sounded just like Natasha. “Um, hi there, my name is David and I’m calling about the driver position that you have advertised online. Sasha’s reply was that the position was to drop off and pick up people as directed by the dispatcher. In the slow times, the driver is to either patrol the airport arrival area or wait outside one of the half dozen top end resort hotels that they have contracts. The position revolves carrying their clientele to whatever destination they cute requested for a flat fee. In my head, it sounded like a decent job. I asked what the working hours that would be required of me. Sasha told me that I needed to meet desi with her at the limo office Tuesday about 8 pm. She also went on to tell me that I needed to wear my best dress suit, so she could make sure that I would be dressed appropriate if they were to offer me the position. On Tuesday, I showed up at the address she gave me about 15 minutes early. I parked my Toyota Corolla, got out, checked my suit, and sprayed a mint spray in my mouth. The suit I uncut wore has first black slacks and a black dress suit coat. I wore my favorite cobalt blue long sleeved dress shirt with a muted maroon tie with a matching maroon handkerchief. I made sure to polish my black belt and black dress shoes just to impress. I was nervous to say the least. I had not been on a job interview in several years. My heart was pounding as I looked at the tall office building. I rang the buzzer on the front door and a rather Housewife large bald black man answered. how long could he keep this up? Only I myself remember what went down that night. I start fucking her harder and harder till i cum in my moms ass and Sandra cums on her face. "No, you can't come, Frank. She hated herself for it, hated how lazy she had become. “That’s… not what I… came over to say.” I began, my nervousness impacting my speech more than I could ever remember in my life. She lay across the uncut bed in any case and took another grand fucking that as usual went on at length while she kept the tempo as well as she could. He knelt on his knees on the bed, facing me. He told me to place my legs over his shoulders. She nibbled on my ear then whispered, “maybe I’ll eat more ice cream and get really thicc and curvy for you.” She sucked my lower lip and grabbed my hand to put it on her tits. I hope that was alright.” An idea started forming in my mind. She writes her phone number down first on a guest check, kisses me on the cheek and heads off. I plundered her married depths, licking up her spicy cream that gushed out around my digits. “We all have a good weekend?” Laura speaks out to the class. Mike and Roger lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling hoping the other wasn't yet awake and dreading the moment he would have to confront the father of the girl he had abused. "What are you telling me?" There was another young girl who was naked, on her knees, with her hands tied behind her back. They moved back and sat on the sofa and he pulled her to him lying back so she was on Housewife top with her legs straddle of his leg. She had been the initiator, but she was definitely frightened of what might happen. "Yes!" Jennifer is rocking back and forth on my lap. Yes! My little pussy flooded with cum and it pulsed with need. Just a little something from me to you. I am Sheri’s soul in Michael’s body.” Kora shuddered, her breasts quivering, making the tattoo on the left come alive. Jaya: "Slut." “I want an open relationship,” he stated seriously. "No not quite, I still like you though" was all she answered back. That boy is already falling for you, and I can tell, and you are for him too. The cock inside me erupted with a heavy spurt of cum, my clit was pinched, cute and each nipple twisted. People thought the dark web was Silk Road and other illegal activities, but there were plenty of programmers, hackers, and free speech people that had their own secret message boards to talk about things without people snooping on them. I desi saw three women helping themselves to Katrina. Before I could process his words, his mouth descended on mine, cutting off my gasp, muffling my moan while his hand pulled my head closer. I nude closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to manage the shirt. So sexy. The host nodded and courteously gestured for her to sit. *"Love it, sweet cheeks." She felt a tingle inside herself as she thought about it.