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We finish up lunch, although I still didn’t share my cheesy shrimp. In my head, I hoped that Kim and Kay were less angry with me. It was my fault really, I made them a promise when I hired them and did not follow through. I wonder to myself, am I putting too much on Dakota? Does she need an black assistant? I’ll just have to think about that a bit. As the waitress was taking away empty plates, I asked for the bill only to find that my boy John has already taken care of it, using the credit card that I gave him. We all get up and head out to the cars. Kim and Kay have a nice car, small but nice. They ride in a Toyota Corolla, much newer than the one I used to drive when I first started with Happy, Happee Limo. As we load into the cars that brought us to lunch, I make sure everyone knows where we are heading. Kay tells us that we just need to follow them, they know where they are headed. While we are making the drive to the bowling alley, I call HR. I speak with a rather unhappy individual letting her know that I have taken Kim blowjob and Kay with amateur me and that she should let their respective boss’ know. interracial I also let this ‘lady' know that they will be working directly with Jill and me from now on. I got a big sigh as if I'm somehow ruining her day. I thank her for her assistance, as sarcastically as possible, thinking to myself that we really need to look over the players in our HR department. Sharon and Jill are weaving their way through mid-day traffic. Kim and Kay seem to be catching all green lights as we must run a couple of yellow lights. When we pull into the bowling alley parking lot, there are only three cars. We park close to the front door. As we all get out, I see our new pair pull bowling ball bags out of the trunk of the Corolla. We’ve been sandbagged. CHAPTER 4 As we all go laughing and being loud, it is if the place is getting ready for a funeral. There is no one inside. I lean over to Jill and ask, “How does this place stay in business? There’s no one here,” Jill just shrugs her shoulders as we all walk up to the main desk. “Hello everyone, I’m Morty. How can I help you?” The dorky looking guy says to us. I was almost expecting him to pick his nose while he talked to us. This boy reminded me of that guy, Dolph from the porn shop. They could be cousins, it wouldn’t be that big of a leap. “Hey there, we need two lanes and a bunch of shoes,” I tell Morty. At first, he wants to assign us lanes 1 & 2, but Kim asks for lanes in the middle of the place, she suggests lanes 19&20. He reluctantly assigns them to us. I think to myself, what the hell is he holding them for? But then my mind drifted over to my recent visit at a Pinetree where Jill and I were not enough ‘somebodies’ to get the good rooms. I ask Dakota to put that Dallas location on my radar for me to follow up. She didn’t have her assistant’s notebook with her, she left it in the car. She picked up a sheet of scoring paper and wrote some notes for herself and folded it up tits and put it in her purse. As I looked everyone over, this just might be the best-looking bowling group in the history of bowling. "Good!" David exclaims to Lenora, “You love my interracial black cock don’t you Lenora? I’d feel too bad.” Her lithe supple body rocked with his using of her, long hair spilled at her back pulled slightly at the rough wood of the barn. Everyone seemed to love the 80s but me. Maybe this was going to be a good day. I paid for it all and we headed back out to the limo. She looked amateur at me confused. We found our rhythm and were black soon fucking rapidly. But, no, not this week. I was only after about the fourth that I looked at blowjob Jim’s shorts and saw that he had a hard-on. And another stepped in his place. The fridge beckoned him and he answered the call. “Come on, Becky,” Sam said. She pushed my hand further back and it was obvious what she wanted. I mean, now that I know about it, I'm like the only kid who doesn't start tits laughing when the teacher talks about penises." Her faced turned dark red with anger but she never uttered a sound. Who would have thought? “Eddie!