Down by the River - Milf Sex Story
I had only been working at the rural supply store for a matter of weeks when the owner called me in from the workshop. He was a rather nasty fat little man who counted every bean that came through the warehouse door and every bean that went out through the customer’s door and he made sure that his staff counted them too.
“Here you are,” he said as he threw a work order down on the desk in front of me. “Get out there and fix her pump and make sure the bitch pays you for it.”
“I beg your pardon?” I always collected payment for the work he sent me out to do so would I not collect payment this time?
“You heard me – just don’t come back without the cash!”