Mexican Lesbian with a White overseer that supports me

This is a post of a poor Mexican girl from the wrong side of town and the rich older white man. I was working as clerk and he was one of the big bosses. One day I was in line at the deli and he walked in and asked if he could slip in behind me. He held me by the shoulders as he walked me towards the counter to order, he said he would pay because I had saved him a place in the line.

We sat at one of the small tables and he commented that I had thick thighs, and did I work out. He said he always wanted a thick hard girl, but was afraid they were all lesbians. I told him I was not a lesbian and he said if all I did was hang out in gym posing for other women then I was as good as being a lesbian as anything. He asked me if I was completely shaved 'down there'. See, you are a lesbian.

Had I ever had **? Well that pretty much sums it up, you are a lesbian.

Later that afternoon, a little after five, he called me to his office and asked to see my bare ** and **. If I wasn't a lesbian I would bend over for him. I pushed my pants down and bent over for his **. I told him I was Mexican not a lesbian. But now that I had 'gotten' ** was he going to take care of me.

Well, I am a lesbian, he was right all along about that. But he takes care of me and puts me up in a condo and I drive a beamer and he gives me ** when he wants to. I work out and hang around the gym with the other lesbians, I love hard body girls, fully shaved, showing off their lips for everyone. I don't bend over for a woman, I lay back and let her get on me. But for the man that supports me, I bend over all the time. I never know which hole he is going to use, sometimes both of the them.

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