This was originally developed as a custom video, and the name "Sam" is used a few times. Email me to inquire about your very own custom video!
I'm a bored, depressed housewife, and I stop off at a local grocery store to pick up a few things. I'm in the store with my two, who are being rather bratty. I tell one of them to stop messing around, and I approach the counter to pay the cashier.
I watch as the young, male cashier rings me up, and I'm careful to remind him that one of my items is on sale for half off. I actually tell him this twice, as I'm only buying the product beca...
This was originally developed as a custom video, and the name "Sam" is used a few times. Email me to inquire about your very own custom video!
I'm a bored, depressed housewife, and I stop off at a local grocery store to pick up a few things. I'm in the store with my two, who are being rather bratty. I tell one of them to stop messing around, and I approach the counter to pay the cashier.
I watch as the young, male cashier rings me up, and I'm careful to remind him that one of my items is on sale for half off. I actually tell him this twice, as I'm only buying the product because of the large discount. He tells me that he'll make sure I get the sale price. I pay the total, thank the nice young man, and leave the store, eager to get out of the busy market and get home.
After a few seconds, I pull the receipt out of my bag and check the prices. Ugh! That stupid cashier rang up the sale item at full price! What the hell? I specifically checked with him about the discount, and he said he'd take care of it!
I walk back into the store, clearly unhappy with the cashier's blatant mistake. I walk up to his line and try to get his attention so that he can correct the mistake. He tells me that he's busy with other customers! The nerve of him! I'm really flustered and angry by this point, and demand to speak with a store manager.
I'm wearing my business clothes from work, a short skirt, blouse, and high heels, along with a leather handbag. My hair is loose and down, and I'm wearing some light makeup.
I speak with the manager, who apologizes, and gives me a full refund. As I'm leaving, I walk past the original cashier, and, after reading his name tag, whisper to him, "I'll be writing a letter of complaint about you, SAM CLAYTON."
You keep apologizing to me, but that just isn't good enough. I ask you if there is somewhere we can talk privately, and after a moment, you mention that the employee bathroom is usually deserted. "Perfect", I say, "I'll meet you there in five minutes". I leave the store, put my groceries in my car, and come back in to meet you.I shut the bathroom door after we're inside, locking it conspicuously. I am still angry, but I smile at you. I tell you to sit down on the toilet, and ask your age. You tell me that you're 18. I tell you that you're a good looking young man, but you really do need to learn to respect your customers. Perhaps I'll be the one who will teach you a lesson, teach you to respect older women, punish you a bit.
"Pull out your cock" I say. You can't believe it, and start to get up to leave. I tell you that you have to do it, NOW. You don't want to leave, not really, so you unbutton your pants and show it to me. My eyes secretly light up...I haven't seen a young cock in so long, and I'm getting wet already.
I stand over you and strip off all my clothes until I'm naked. You're looking up at me eagerly. I spread open my wet pink pussy over you, and sit down on that delicious young cock.
I bounce up and down on your hard cock, dirty talking to you about how it feels. You cum inside me, and I hop off, dress quickly, and tell you that I may just come back to the store soon to see you. The scene ends with me leaving the bathroom and closing the door.
