I tiptoed to the bed, and sat down on my bunk for a moment. uh”
“Don’t mind me I don’t judge…” He stared at me for a moment. I began stroking him with both hands twisting with the top hand as I reached the end of my stroke. His monstrous cock was sliding up and down my ass crack he reached down pulling my panties over it. It paid minimum wage but you got a share of the tip jar, and a free meal. I looked behind him to the full length mirror on his wall to see Samantha’s face poking around his muscular shoulder, lipstick smeared and eye liner running down her bruised cheek. my stomach, under my tank top, my breasts. Seems he just noticed what I was wearing, very feminine pink cotton panties with white lace trim and a little flower embroidered on the waistband and a short form fitting white tank top undershirt, exposing my cute flat belly, “onion rings,” he continued.
