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Today I masturbating really was feeling down in the dumps. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his name was Mike, he owned a bar a little way out of town. A big bar with a restaurant, swimming pool, the works, I’d seen him here a couple of times with my boss. “Hola Angie, todo bien contigo hoy?” (Hi Angie, all good with you today?) I told him I was great, even if I didn’t actually feel it. Well you have to, it was habit, but japanese I don’t think my face agreed with my words. “How’s the job going, you happy?” Unusual question, I thought, “I’m a bit pissed off if you must know, haven’t seen Carlos for two days, must think I’m stupid or something.” Shit! Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, silly bitch. “Don’t mind me, probably had a few too many last night. Mike studied me for a minute, then said, “Get us both a drink and fetch them outside to the patio, I’ll see you there,” Armed with two beers, I joined him outside. He didn’t mess about, came right out with it. “How would you like to come and work at my place Ange (my nickname), as my bar manager, with better pay than whatever you get here?” I knew that Mike had one hell of a reputation. Yes, he was married but to a right moody mare from what I heard. He must have been in his late forties maybe even early fifties, but he was in pretty good shape none-the-less. I’d heard that he worked hard, but above all, he was fair with his staff, paid them well, good tips, and they liked him. The girls said, he always tried it on a bit, but never pushed if he didn’t get the right signals in return, and he never tried twice with the same girl. His reputation referred mainly to his keeping a steady number of holiday-makers happy, the female kind of course. I could deal with that, it was the kind japan of place I had been waiting for, but never expected to find, then in he walks, and offers it to asshole me. My day suddenly felt much better. Three asian months later, and the jobs even better than I expected. Mike was a great guy to work for, well, more with, really. Her fingers reamed my asshole. I moved my head side to side again. Her eyes look blank but her body looks alive and excited. I claim sanctuary, and the protection of King Dreus.” It was this asian magical japanese moment. “But that was before he had every girl at our college and our neighborhood coming up to him.” If not I would been screwed. Samantha ate her treat in silence, japan trying to figure out a way to get her father’s asshole attention again. I left work early that day and rushed masturbating home, my mind racing a million miles an hour. “I know what you want, Sister, but I won’t give it to you.