Mine was at a Mexican grocery store in Chicago, in the summer of 1993 when I was 15. It was owned by a couple who were really nice people from what I still remember, and they made me enjoy working there.
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i was working in an industry as the owners personal Assistant when i was studying in college . .One evening after work ,the owners wife called me to her home for late evening work... OH my GOD,,,,,,, i left working next day
@Sazzio Initially she wanted me to reposition some furniture in her bedroom... including dresser ,drawers and other clothing hangars ,, Then her greenroom where flimsy underthings were filled.. She came up from behind ,closed the door and tried to seduce me there ,,,reached below the belt and groped.............. I reached home late