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I face her apologetically. "There are many ways to repay what you think you owe me, but I've already taken much of your time. Your employer might not like you having two successive days off the job."

"I'm actually entitled to a week off, excluding emergencies. Today was counted as an emergency. And John," she says as her eyes begin to moisten. "I may not be much to you, given that you have a girlfriend... and you have Greta... and probably many others... but what happened today was literally a dream come true."

I watch a tear trace a random path down her cheek as I move back towards her. "I don't think that way about you." I say quietly.

"When I was I child, I dreamed that my prince charming would carry me to his castle. When I learned about bees and birds in my teens, I dreamed that my groom would be the one to deflower me. The reality of my parents' failed relationship, my girlfriends' problems with men, and my near encounters with potential relationships made me realize that things would be safer with a woman... so I forgot those dreams."

"Oh Sandy," I say, kissing her on the lips as tears roll down more freely on her cheeks. "Didn't know you were such an old-fashioned romantic!"

She grins in amusement at the realization of my remark. "What happened today may not be in the order I dreamed about, but you gave me hope that my dreams may still come true!"

I kiss her again as I feel my cock stirring in its confines. "Okay," I say. "If my refusal makes you unhappy, ... then yes, I'll agree to go with you tomorrow."

"Yippie! I finally know how your mind works, John." She says eyeing my slight tenting. "You don't want your women unhappy...." Her eyes widen as my tenting intensifies. "But you're such as insatiable jerk! No wonder your girlfriend doesn't mind you fucking other women."

"Honestly, that thing with Greta was the first time she allowed it."

"Come closer," she says as she unzips my fly. "My pussy is tender, and my mouth is sore, but I still have my ass." She glances at me for my reaction. "And don't refuse," she adds, "or I'll be unhappy."

Realizing that it is getting late, I hurriedly undress.

"There's a bottle of lubricant in that drawer of dildos," she says, as she attempt to kneel on the bed with her butt in the air. "I guess my knees have regained a little of their strength," she concludes.

I retrieve the bottle and drip some lubricant into her waiting asshole. I moisten the entrance further with my finger, slowly inserting it and spreading the lubricant uniformly. She reaches out from below and gives me a handjob to keep my cock hard. I also apply some lubricant on my rod before positioning it at the entrance to her nether region. I slowly push my cockhead inside. "Relax my dear," I say as I encounter resistance.

I feel her sphincter loosen up and I further push my way in. Before long, my cock is halfway in. I pause as I hear her rapid breathing and the contracting and loosening of her sphincter. "Ohhh, you're large," she says.

I add more lubricant at the exposed part of my cock before slowly plunging it further in. I am finally completely inside her asshole and I pause to relish her tightness.

"Oh, John," she moans, as I feel her legs tremble. "Not again...." Her inner legs are again dripping wet.

I support her abdomen and slowly lower her until she is flat on the bed. I try to maintain my cock inside her and notice her legs bent at somewhat impossible angles to her sides. I ask in concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm into kickboxing, honey," she says with renewed vigor. "So you can even fuck me while I'm doing a split!"

I thrust my cock into her again. And a couple of times more, as her sphincter is finally adjusting to the intrusion while the lubricant is taking effect.

"Still another one, honey," she groans weakly, as the circle of wetness on her bed widens.

I increase my rate as the view of her wide butt and her panty tan lines magnify the effect of the tightness of her sphincter on my rod. Reaching my limit, I burst into her a couple of loads before I feel spent. I collapse behind her as my shrinking dick extracts itself from her tight hole. My semen slowly drips out of her ass, adding to the pool of her juices on the bed.

I **** myself awake as I see that it is already dark. I look around and realize I'm alone in Sandy's bed. I glance in the direction of the sound of running water and spy her naked silhouette through the opaque glass. I get up and dress, just as Sandy exits the shower in a yellow bathrobe. "You're actually right, John." she says. "My boss may not like my being absent for two successive days, but I'll still try to get tomorrow off. For the mean time, you would agree that having me from behind is enough payment and we're now even?"

I glance at her teasing eyes. "You wicked bitch," I say, pinching her left nipple through the opening in her bathrobe.

She makes an exaggerated scream. "Now you owe me one!"

"No problem," I finally say. "I can do job hunting on my own."

"Oh, John, darling," she says, smacking me on the lips. "I promise I'll try to get tomorrow off. Just remember that symbolically, or virtually, you'll always be my groom."

I grin at her as I head for the door. "See you tomorrow," I say. As I walk towards the street, the smell of freshly-baked bread engulfs my nostrils. I glance around for the source and notice a bakery at the next corner.

I head for it, banking on the slim chance that there may still be a job opening. I look around through the glass door. The "Open" sign is still on, but I don't see anyone. I let myself in and yell, "Anyone here?"

I hear a shuffle of feet as a bald man enters from a door at the other end. "Anything you need, son?" he asks impatiently.

"I'm not buying anything," I say. "I'm looking for a job."

He examines me curiously, then asks. "Do you know how to bake?"

I shake my head, "but I'm willing to learn."

His face beams as he says, "Follow me!"

I follow him to another room where rolls of dough lie on the kneading table. "So you don't use a machine?" I ask innocently.

"I have a couple of them, boy, but the one for this job is under repair,... but I won't let that stop my business," he says as he rolls a sheet of dough. "Wash your hands and dry them," he says, pointing towards the sink at the far end of the room. "And put on an apron."

I do as he says.

When I return, he adds, "Here, use this to slice that roll into pieces as large as the first one." He hands me something with a blade on one end.

I proceed to the roll of dough and acquaint myself with the task at hand.

The man continues, "I was told it would be three days before they got it back running again. My assistant called in sick this morning, and I've got this order that's due in the next two hours."

I busy myself with my assigned task, happy to be helping someone through a tight fix. I am them told to position them at regular intervals in large metal pans. We then place the pans into a large rotary-rack oven. The cycle is repeated until without realizing it, we have completed the order.

"You've been a great help, son," he says, as a truck arrives for the freshly baked goods. "What's your name again?"

"I'm John."

"Call me Henry," he replies. "You're really serious about needing a job?"

I nod my head.

"Well, I can get you on part-time, as my assistant works only four hours a day." He retrieves the pieces of bread on display that have not been sold and places them on large paper bags using long metal tongs, finally filling three bags. "I can get you maybe four hours a day. Would that be enough for you?"

I think about it for a moment.