1. Found in the www. "The affair with Mrs. Sims&


    Date: 11/3/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: Pussy_Lick, Source: xHamster

    see. If you work 9 to 4 that is 35 hours per week, unless you can work Saturdays, too. Then I would only have you work 5 hours, so you work full time. I won't make you stand all day, and there will be some slow time for me to teach you about computers.&#034 &#034I can't do any of that.&#034 &#034Why not? The offer stands. You can think about it. I need the help. What are they paying you there? 10 bucks an hour?&#034 &#034Close to it.&#034 &#034I could do 12.50 per hour, but I cannot give you any benefits. I am not big enough for that, but, like I said, if you need off, just say so.&#034 &#034Let me think about it...And talk it over with my husband.&#034 &#034Sure.&#034 The next day at 8am I was in the office, the phone rang. It was Mrs. Sims. &#034Frank said he was fine with it. He wants me home in the evening time, and I am too tired to do those night shifts at Kroger. I have to put in my notice. Is that okay?&#034 I was quite excited. She was going to be my first employee ever. This was going to be awesome. A few weeks later she showed up at the shop, and I let her in. I had to laugh under my breath. She was dressed up. &#034Mrs. Sims, you look really professional. You look very nice, but you don't have to dress like that to work here. I only wear Khakis when I know I have to go see customers, otherwise, I have jeans on in the winter and shorts on in the summer.&#034 &#034I am sorry, do I need to go home and change?&#034 &#034No, ma'am. I just want you to be ...
    comfortable.&#034 She had on slacks and a nice blouse with one of those thick vests with lots of flowers on it like ladies in their 50's wear. The day went well. I showed her how to do things like ringing up customers and answering the phone. I told her not to worry about the techie type stuff, to give customers my cell phone for those things. It went pretty well with her. After a few months, work was great. I was catching up, and putting in more bids, and winning more bids, and getting busier and busier, and Mrs. Sims seemed happy. I even bought a small fridge and microwave for us to keep food and drinks and heat up our lunch. She would clean like crazy, and my shop looked so nice and organized. She even knew the difference between a graphics card and a hard drive! However, she came in on a day and didn't say much. I didn't push the issue. We never talked at much of a personal level. &#034How are ya today, Mrs. Sims?&#034 &#034I am fine, Dave.&#034 She didn't say more. After a few hours, I knew something was wrong. &#034Mrs. Sims, do you need to take the afternoon off?&#034 &#034No. I will be fine. Frank and I got into it this morning. He is really down because he feels he may never work again, and is not taking it well, so he was yelling at me. I was up late cleaning and making sure the house is nice, and I am tired, and my feet hurt, and I am just not well rested. But I will be okay.&#034 &#034Go take the day off. Do what you need to do.&#034 &#034No, I don't want you upset because of ...
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