The heavy steel gate at the entry to the lower floor was already closed. ”FUCK!” He hit the steering wheel with his fist. BAM! Any harder, he may have broken the wheel or his hand. He Hardcore punched the passenger seat, grimaced, and accepted that he was just too late. On Thursday, it was one of his routine duties to take amateur cash and detailed instructions to the armored car lock up area so that the cars could get what blowjob they needed and depart on Friday to make their deliveries, but a continuous string of odd jobs throughout the day sent him on one rabbit chase and then another and now he was faced with two choices. The company approved choice was to store the case in the upstairs cash processing operations offices’ vault overnight and then get back to the operations center early enough Friday morning to take the items to the lower floor so that the armored cars could leave on their routes to make their cash deliveries to the member banks on time. His second choice was to carry the case with the cash home with him for the night and get back to the garage first thing Friday morning. Either way the objective was to enable the armored cars to leave at the prescribed time to deliver cash to the banks before or shortly after they opened. Taking the company’s cash home was a riskier choice but he had done it before on several occasions when he had been delayed MILF and there had been no problems. Andrews knew that Bill did it from time to time and had even done it himself when he had to fill in for him. It was accepted if Bill did not follow the approved procedures he would have to answer for any losses. Tomorrow was the end of the quarter, so he had a larger amount of cash in the case than normal so that the cash processing services fees would be higher for the quarter. He dropped his head, grated his teeth, looked up, and set his jaw. Now that he was out of the hellish office atmosphere he dreaded leaving the peaceful serenity the vehicle provided to return to the noisy fray of the operations center with all the bureaucratic signing in, badging in, badging lingerie out, and security issues not to mention the hassle of having to get the required permissions to open the vault outside of regular business hours and hooking up with a guard to accompany him during opening the vault. Working with stacks of blue binders crammed full of pages of green and white striped computer print outs covered with columns and rows of numbers all day had left him mentally spent and the case on the floorboard looked secure, so he put the vehicle into first gear, and steered to the ramp up to the street to begin the drive home. He took a deep breath and blew it out. Tom was now kneeling next to his wife, with his cock near her mouth. ”Clam-Hammer? “Go on” he said to Anastasiya. I was in heaven. “Our mum says...” I reverted to form. My mind didn't want to work. Do NOT go near that woman. I tensed up for a moment when she brought up Cindy. "Marcus, every weekend I take your ladies to you, open their mind up to lust and let them see you for who you really are. I looked under my stomach to see Fred’s swinging balls, behind my somewhat retracted balls, and my rock hard, lingerie leaking cock pointed at my face. Sara tapped on the bottom of the door as she swung it open and climbed into the cab. You left without signing it earlier today. I lie back in pure pleasure as it builds and builds. I couldn’t keep my own sounds from filtering through. She welcomed his cock inside her and tried her best to make it happy as it penetrated her cunt. [If need be I can inject you with more.] The doctor looked at me and asked if we had scissors, so she could cut the tee shirt off her. She steps around to do his front side, spays his chest and moves down to his stomach, ignores MILF his penis area, then sprays the front of his muscled legs. I am whore. Bracing himself with a hand on his lower back, he sighed as his potent orgasm slowly blowjob died down. Their hands slid Hardcore up and down amateur my body, squeezing my tits, my rump. She came just after him squirting juices all over him, her, plus his car. ...or whether I was just standing talking a load of crap”.