ive been working as a plumber for this company for many years, about 2 years ago i was doing a 2 week job in this familys house, they were there for the first week but the seond week they went on holiday so i had a key to get in and out of their house. during the first week i saw their daughter i would say she was about 16/17 she was smoking hot. on the next week while they went away i got into the house one morning and had the urge to go into this girls room and go through her underwear draw, she had some sexy underwear, there were some dirty ones in the corner of her room that i had a good sniff off. i noticed she had a laptop on her desk, so i turned it on hoping she would have dirty pics of her somewhere on it, that she could of took for someone, spent a while browsing her folders and then hit the jackpot, a big folder full of naked pics her with a purple dildo pleasuring herself and a few videos of this too, i guess for her bf or something. i watched these videos each day i was there and jacked off, she was really horny on all of them, wish i could watch them again

I see plenty of pictures of attractive females... Even the ones that are whores.. Well fyi whores are usually halfway good-looking cause guys are visual... thankfully for you men women are not visual otherwise we wouldn't have very many choices now would we a fat guy with his stomach that sticks out farther than his dick does or maybe the optimistic bend over that we can see is plumbers ass girls take so much better care of themselves than men do... makes me wonder if any of the so-called men on here posting pictures of what I would consider to be a female that doesn't know about it I really hope one day you get paid back with somebody posting your small dick and small mind on social media because karma is a b**** and she's a b**** for a reason cuz it ain't a guy being Karma.

i am a plumber and fit showers etc in houses which gives me a chance to look in laundry baskets for dirty panties i have a big collection of them and wank over them a lot some times the owners go out and leave us so we can then go into their bedrooms and go into their underwear drawer and see what they have we have found dildos vibrators chinese balls we sometimes take pics of the womens pics then wank over them knowing they have been wearing the dirty panties i am smelling

Drain issues, see a plumber. Electrical problems see an electrician. Car problems go to a mechanic. Every time it's "see a pro", except sex. For some reason paying to fuck a pro is this illegal taboo. But you'll be arrested by professional law enforcement and you'll pay a professional lawyer to fight it.

Last time I tried to use my toilet it got A little backed up. Guess it's time I stopped trying to plug it, and call A plumber huh?

Being a plumber/handyman when u ask them to climb over and run the tap a few seconds and u always get this vuew when laying on floor working under the sink and always be prepared to have phone nearby for a pic mmmmm

I don't care what you call your political self. If you think the same people that ruined the economy are even WILLING to fix it, let alone can fix it. Then allow me to lay some shit down for you think about.

First lets establish the culprits in this sitch. Well Obama had just been swarn in to the senate in 2005 when the housing bubble,the Credit Default Swap market and 2 wars backed by massive tax cuts began a perfect storm for the coming of 2008.

Now, if you don't know what Credit Default Swaps are, I'll break it down. It's basically bunches of private citizens credit bundled and sold/bet on/leveraged or w/e. They were started in the early 90's and all the way to 1999 were only worth 300 billion. Very early in the the Bush first term they were deregulated and went from a minor way for banks to have some security in investments and then turned into a speculation and investor market. By 2002 they had reached 2 trillion in holdings. By 2007 it was over 60 trillion.

Lets think about this for a second. If it's Obamas fault that gas prices are (honestly not even as high as they were during katrina which the republicans did nothing about) as high as they are. Then it must be Bush and the republicans fault that all this deregulation and massive debt betting and hedging that started the collapse of our economy.

Now that this is all established. And is factual. Lets scale this down to something we all can relate to. Lets say you have a house. And the house is the country in 2008. And in the house the plumbing breaks and floods because you had some shoddy work done by a plumber between 2000 and 2007. Do you really think it's not going to take a SHIT load of money to fix that? Do you really think that you won't be losing money to fix something that just destroyed your house?

The idea that it's Obamas fault that the national debt is high because he had to fix something that he didn't cause is pure fallacy. Even if there's a couple of talking points like "clean energy" or "drilling and pipe lines" for you to grab hold of like a life jacket. It doesn't change the fact that you have to spend to fix what's broken. And sometimes it's SO f'd up that you're not going to think you're getting your moneys worth (IE the promise of 8% unemployment). Sometimes you just have to be thankful that things are getting better at all. And be damned happy that you're not letting that old shitty plumber back here to fix anything...

I understand you .. guys, don't like having to think about anything but what a paid media spokesman tells you. And don't like reading anything that doesn't fit in a one sentence sound byte. But I hope you try to read it and understand my meaning and know that it takes money not only to make money, but to fix a ton broken f'd up mistakes that were made. And again, it's a lot easier to make a problem than it is to fix it PROPLERLY. And further, sometimes NO ONE knows how to fix it at first or second or third looks. This simple fact can be scaled to most any economical,physical and mental breakdowns or problem or what have you..

Sooo... discuss. Or go fap and think about it and come back later and discuss.

what would builders do or plumbers or kitchen fitters or any workman that works on your home do if they didn't have a mobile phone with them would they have to actually do the fucking job and on time!eh?

I took a BBC in my ass today for my lunch, I finally got a plumber to come fix my sink and instantly got a hard on when he walked in the door. I could see the bulge in his pants and he caught me looking a few times because I couldn't help myself. I was so happy when he ask if I needed anything else done . I was on my knees before he could say any more and I took his massive tool in my mouth sucking his meaty manhood like a child with a ice lollie. He was so hard and throbbing after my tongue skills that when he entered my ass I could feel it on the sides of my stretched out ass hole. He pounded me for an hour before pulling out and Cumming all over me. We jumped in the shower where I got another of his sexy loads all over my face again. Now I'm breaking half the plumbing in my house to get him back.

the guy who posted those shit pics is obviously a plumber

This one time i had this huge hardon that was impossible to get rid of, so i figured... better put i down, and so i did... At the coast of having to calling a plumber to fix my toilet that i broke during my mission...weeeaaaakkk!!!!

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Any more like this, where the woman is doing the harassment? The Pizza delivery ones are too soft core. There's one out there where the woman is in a short skirt, messing with a plumber, but I can't find it.

I have a crazy confession, U can call me Sandra and I am 36 years old, and until last month I was a virgin, Not because I am ugly or anything but because when I first tried sex in my teens it went very bad and it put me of trying again. Ok a bit about me, as I said im 36 only 5 foot tall slim with red hair, breast size well almost none, like all the women in my family. I have been very happy living without sex or husband for all those years, I had quite a good job until a six months ago when the company I worked for closed down, I was quite well off and it didn't really bother me much, so I decided to try something new and moved to a small village with a small lake, in the off season there are only around 300 people living there, but in the summer it explodes with people. I bought a small guest house in need of fixing up so this summer we had no guests or staff. I am quite handy and did a lot of the work myself, but a few things needed tradesmen. I got a plumber to come and sort out the bathrooms and was quite surprised when he turned up with his daughter (Lucy) in tow, he told me she was learning the trade as his son didn't want to and had joined the army. The work went very well and they finished on time and on budget and my little guest house was almost ready. A few small problems came up with the plumbing and I called them back but he was very busy and he sent his daughter, the work was going to take around 3 or 4 days for her to sort on her own and I offered her to stay instead of traveling 60 miles every day, she was only too happy to do that and cleared it with her dad. Lucy is 20 years old and has a body I would kill for, and she knew it too. She didn't hang about she replaced the pipes that needed doing and some other stuff that we thought didn't need doing the first time. On the third day the Sun was out and it was really too hot to work, so I told her to take the day and come and relax by my small pool and I got the Bar-B-Q going. She came out in what I can only call a micro bikini, and I wondered where she got it from, it was then she told me that it was her hope when she came up here to spend a few days here and had packed her bag just in case.
I opened a bottle of wine and we had a burger and we got talking. It turned out she didn't get a lot of free time because her dad made her work so much, and she told me she had not had a boyfriend since she was 18, then she complained that she had not even had sex in over a year, she must have seen something in my face and with being a little drunk she asked how long it had been for me? I have no idea why I didn't lie but I told her I had never had sex, and the more we drank the more I told her. I even told her about my toy collection, every Christmas and birthday I would treat myself to a new one. She asked to see it as she only had one small vibrator. I thought what the hell and took her to my room and opened a bag full of toys. I have so many but I do have my favorites and those are kept in my night table. I opened that and there was my big Dildo, 10 inches long and very thick, along with my anal beads. She grabbed the dildo and said it must hurt, but I told her I was used to it I had been using it for over a year now. Even now I have no idea why, but I told her she could borrow it if she wanted, it was then I saw the wet patch on her bikini bottoms. I thought she would take it and go, but before I could say anything she pulled off the bikini bottoms opened her legs and had the tip of it in her pussy. She saw the look on my face and said sorry. Now I have had lesbian thoughts before and do enjoy watching lesbian porn but I never thought I would act on it. I told her not to worry and we were both girls so whats the harm. She smiled at me and told me she had not masturbated with friends for a few years, she told me her and two friends used to do it all the time at sleepovers. It must have been the drink because I grabbed a vibrator sat beside her and pulled my shorts off and started to do the same, she saw my red bush and said most girls shave it all off now. I told her I had not shaved it in over 8 years, I looked at her and she had the dildo in as far as it would go, I asked her if she liked it? She told me she loved it but it was tight. I was fucking my own pussy when she reached over and stroked my bush, I froze but she went down and rubbed my clit, I didn't know what to do or saw but she didn't stop there she pulled the vibrator out and put her fingers in. She stopped with the dildo and got on her knees in front of me, then she lowered her mouth to my pussy and I was in heaven and totally in her control, she pushed my legs back over my head and exposed my ass too, she licked that too. I have no idea how long she did this but I felt the orgasm coming I tried to tell her I get messy when I cum but I couldn't get the words out, then I came the orgasms kept coming and she kept licking and fingering both my ass and pussy. When she finished I was a mess and so was my bed, she came up and kissed me her tongue finding mine, she pulled back and told me it was her turn now. She lay with her legs open. I lowered my mouth to her and started to explore her with my tongue, the taste was amazing and I soon found her clit, my fingers went in both her ass and pussy as I licked. I licked her till she came. We kissed again and talked for a while.
We went back to the pool had more wine and she licked me again at the pool then she decided I needed a shave, she took me by the hand to the bathroom in her room, she trimmed off the long hair and she shaved me clean.
I woke up the next morning with her beside me in bed. That day she finished the work and headed away, I cried after she had gone because I didn't want her to go, but we had each others number and an hour later she text me saying she missed me. I told her she could visit anytime she wanted thinking she wouldn't. Three days later she turned up at my door and we spent 3 days naked and fucking. Again she left and I was in bits, it was then i discovered I was in love for the first time.
It was over a week before I heard from her again, she text me and told me she was coming up for a few days and that she had a surprise for me and hoped I would like it?
She turned up and I was shocked to she she had a man with her, she introduced him as Steve and told me he was an Ex Boyfriend but she had asked him to come with her so I could lose my virginity. Again I had no idea what to say or do, but I would do anything for her. We drank some wine and that did ease things a little, she didn't mess about, she stood up and stripped off came to me and started to undress me, again I was in her total control, she got me naked and she went down on me, I watched as Steve got naked his cock was nice and thick, not too long but thick. She licked me till I almost came, then she moved aside and Steve put his cock there, he asked if I was sure? I nodded and he pushed in, Lucy kissed me as he fucked me, It felt so nice being kissed and his cock felt so nice in me. He fucked me faster and faster and then he shot his cum in me and pulled out Lucy went down on me again. We got very drunk that night and I know he fucked me again at least once more, He slept alone but Lucy was with me. The next morning she taught me how to suck a cock and we fucked a few more times.
They left and again I was sad, I did like him fucking me but discovered I liked Lucy more. We talked everyday and after a few weeks I had to tell her I was pregnant, She came up right away and she asked me if she could move in? She said we could raise the baby together and that is what we are going to do, she quit her job with her dad and is now going to be working with me. We are going to live as a couple but we have decided that we will only fuck men together when we feel the need. She has no idea I am posting this because she has no idea I am on here not sure if she is ready to know yet.
Hope u liked my confession oh I have seen enough of these to know people ask for pictures that is not going to happen at least not yet, I am not sure I'm ready to do that yet so dont ask

I confess I'm a plumber in the uk and at the minute im in a milfs bedroom going though her underwear draw :)

I was over at a client's house to hook up a dishwasher and only the wife was home. I work as a plumber. When I was done, I got up from under the sink to see this view. The woman asked me if I liked what I saw. I got an instant hardon. I would have loved to fuck her but was behind schedule for my next job.

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1

So i'm looking for a video and i searched and searched and i can't find it, what makes it difficult is, well i forgot the name of the women. And i'm slowly going mad trying to remember it or finding the video, its not even about the video anymore i just need it so i can stop thinking about it.

Anyway any help would be amazing!

So its an amateur webcam video of a women at the office who keeps flashing herself even though there are people walking in the background and she's laughing alot that mostly the first part, second part is when she takes the webcam to the bathroom and does the same only more enthusiastic, last part is outside with (what i believe) a random stranger while she's still flashing laughing. All in all its a great amateur exhibitionism video.

The women was pretty much a mature women with glasses (90% sure) and average body i guess.

Things im unsure off:
- i believe she made another video of her at home with some sort of plumber or handyman walking around.
- i thought i remembered her nickname which was something with soldier or agent, but i can't find anything with it.

Anyway its really frustrating that i can't remember. Please help.

Cheers.

Here's my motherfucking confession, faggots.

I fucking despise religious people, especially ones who are otherwise intelligent in other endeavors. There is no goddamned excuse to be religious if your I.Q. is above 100.

I fucking despise tree trimmers, bank tellers, receptionists, high school vice principals, assistant librarians, paramedics, apprentice plumbers, Walmart pharmacy techs, city parks workers, landscape architects, helicopter pilots, print journalists, party planners, Avon salesbitches, and dairy workers. All of them are going straight to motherfucking hell.

I fucking despise anyone who builds or lives in a house on sloped terrain.

I fucking despise bitches with too much or too little pussy hair, and those with hair that is too course or too fine or too straight.

I fucking despise bitches with brown assholes or brown cunt lips or brown nipples.

I fucking despise anyone from merry old fucking England, and anyone who likes the fucking shit they call food.

I fucking despise anyone who lives in Los Angeles or has visited or wants to vist there. Same with Amarillo, Texas, Witchita, Kansas, and Sand Point, Idaho.

I fucking despise motherfuckers who drive stupid fucking redneck trucks that you need a ladder to climb into.

I fucking despise anyone who watches network sitcoms. They are fucking retarded.

I fucking despise dumb fucking retards who don't fucking read books.

I fucking despise bitches who won't take cocks up their ass.

And I fucking despise each and every one of you cocksucking, motherfucking losers and I hope each of you are burned alive.

I fucking despise fat, ugly, bitchy cunts who think the world owes them shit.

I fucking despise bitches who get pregnant intentionally and then refuse to flush the fucking piece of shit down the drain and demand I be a motherfucking moneybag for her trailer trash bastard.

Fuck you all, faggots.