Despite her impressive pee squat skill, Mary could not take very much of my cock into her mouth. Not much more than the head was slipping between her lips and I was getting frustrated. I intended to have her deep-throating me by the time I was done with her, but right then, all I wanted was to close the deal and sink my cock into Mary’s near-virginal pussy. Though the pay for pee squat movie is good, the store has not been doing well for about a year now and the manager of the shop, John Evans, is a right little fuckwit. He’s a short, thin, balding man of about forty, who attends church every Sunday with his wife and daughter and believes that anyone who doesn’t worship his God is going to Hell real soon. I wouldn’t actually have a problem with the guy just because of his religion except that he’s also bigoted beyond all belief. At work he’s a total Nazi, going through staff faster than I can keep track of. He doesn’t actually own the store, his wife does, but he runs it. Mary Evans, John’s wife, has dropped into the store once or twice and she always takes my breath away. She is fucking hot, but I don’t think she really knew how to pee squat then. Because I’d worked there for so long, John had a certain amount of trust in me, which meant I got to work on days that he had off, managing the store in his absence and not having to deal with his shit.