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I am a rep for a hardware wholesaler and my territory
is a large and mainly rural area. I travel about half
my time but manage to make it home every weekend.
I stopped for lunch on my way to see my next client. I
wasn’t feeling well and tried to get some soup into me
but was having trouble getting it down. One minute I
would feel hot and sweaty, the next as if a wind
straight from the North Pole was blowing right through
me. And to make matters worse I was sitting next to a
table with some jerk bragging about some broad he was
banging.
It was my own fault for coming in. I knew the guy was
in here; I saw his bright red Caddy convertible parked
out front. The guy himself wasn’t hard to recognize
either – he only stands about three feet high. I had
often wondered how he reached the pedals of his car.
“Yes, she’s a real goer!” I heard him say to the guy
sharing the table with him. “She’ll do anything I ask,
she’s a real slut. She gobbles up my dick whenever I
ask and just loves it up the ass.”
I tried to ignore the demented ravings of this lunatic
and concentrate on my lunch, but his piercing voice
just wouldn’t stay out of my head.
“She’s a real good looker too. Tall and well built;
tits you wouldn’t believe. Married too. I don’t know
what her dork of a husband’s like, but he obviously
isn’t feeding her enough dick.”
