three-two-one-oops:“Did your wife just say she’s moved your reservation back half-an-hour while you
three-two-one-oops:“Did your wife just say she’s moved your reservation back half-an-hour while you wait for another babysitter? Ugh, that sucks. I could really have used the money. I don’t know why she’s being such a bitch, Mr. Dobson. Sorry, I don’t mean it like that, but, you know… I thought I was just coming over to watch your two-year-old, so it shouldn’t matter what I wear, right? I hope you don’t let her ruin your entire night! You work hard, you deserve a nice night out… And you look so handsome all dressed up. Tan slacks suit you, my dad could never pull off an outfit as trendy as yours.”“Do you think there’s anything wrong with the way I’m dressed? I mean, like, it’s not fancy or anything, but it seems fine to me. You like my outfit? I thought you might! You know, I think that’s why your wife is really upset… She saw me, and the way you were looking at me, and she knows she couldn’t compete. Just jealous! I bet your dick got really hard the second I walked through the door, didn’t it? That’s okay, you can tell me. Haha I knew it. Um… I have a really naughty idea… Why don’t you rub it now? Through your slacks?”“That’s right, rub your cock through your pants for me. Mmm… Wow, it looks so big. I have no idea why your wife is always complaining when she has that to go home to! Keep going… Yeah… Do you like my breasts? I haven’t let many guys see them, the boys my age get too nervous… They either won’t go for it, or they pop right in their pants looking at me. You’re not like that, though, are you? No… You’re not about the blow at the sight of my supple young breasts, you’re not about the lose your load while I graze my hand up my milky thigh, you’re not going to burst just from looking at me, are you? Are you?”“Uh oh! What’s that little stain? Quick, pull your hand away. Aww too late. Looks like you’re no better than the boys at college. So, here’s what you’re going to do. Get your wallet out and give me the $40 you promised to pay me tonight, and I won’t scream for your wife. You think she won’t believe that I’m the victim? An innocent young girl versus a gross old man with a wad of cum in his pants? $40 is a lot cheaper than marriage counselling. Good, you made the right choice. And next time you back up your bitch wife and send me home without pay, just remember: I owned your cock in thirty seconds, and I can own it again. Have a great night, Mr. Dobson.” -- source link