Bill

Sometimes me and Ethan get up before Jess. It’s nice and quiet. He likes sitting near the heater where it’s warm and cozy, so he snuggles up there with some milk, I put my coffee on. Manly time. I tell him about banking and sports. He listens and tells me about things in his own little world, in his own little language. I like to refer to him as ‘old chap’ or ‘old bean’ in these times. I tried out ‘old friend’ once but we decided that was a little too Magnito/Prof X.

I’d be the professor, since I have less hair, though.


What do we hate?

Monday!

Why do we hate it? 

CRAZY CUSTOMERS THAT COME INTO THE BANK AND WHINE BECAUSE WE ARENT OPEN SUNDAY AND THEY HAD URGENT BANKING NEEDS AND CANT POSSIBLY LEARN TO USE ONLINE BANKING.


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He raised an eyebrow. “Oh now my little slut needs instruction?” He said. “You seemed to be doing okay when you were pleasuring yourself.”

“I want to be a good girl.” She said, running her hands up and down his legs. She wanted…

Bill leaned his head back and moaned. Warm water flooded down his back, relaxing his muscles as Jess worked on him, her soft lips and nimble tongue felt amazing.


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He raised an eyebrow. “Oh now my little slut needs instruction?” He said. “You seemed to be doing okay when you were pleasuring yourself.”

“I want to be a good girl.” She said, running her hands up and down his legs. She wanted him to order her around and make her do things to him. She wanted to be clean.

Bill shivered, despite the scalding water. “Then…” he grabbed the pack of her hair and pushed her mouth toward him.