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Oliver stood in his place and looked at the drooping fat old man.
“What are you staring at now? The way I’m sitting?”
“No, I’d like to know about the job.”
“Ho~, slow down fu*ker. Are you the type that would c*m even before inserting your di*k? You do look like one that would do it in bed. I can tell by the way you’re looking. So, now… Stop peeking at my panties and go get a drink from over there. Come on.”
The fat old man flicked his finger arrogantly and ...
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