Norman's cock was so hard, he thought he could use it to bore those holes, instead of a drill. He knew she was looking at the way the front of his overalls stuck out. He hoped she wasn't a cock teaser – that she hadn't conned him into doing this job! He drilled away. Sawdust curled from the holes. The zipper went up and down, showing more and more tit.

Then the job was finished.

Norman placed his eye to the hole to check it out. He could see the bed in the next room, empty now, but right there to be seen. He knelt and checked the lower hole, as if he were being a meticulous workman, making sure he had done the job right. But he was hesitating because he wasn't sure what to expect next and was almost fearful of finding out. Would she just thank him and pay for his services? Or would she fuck him?

Not looking at her, he said: "Won't the – er – people in the other room see your eye in the hole?"

"Oh, we have some prints to hang over the holes," she explained. "Lots of colorful splashes, where a hole won't be obvious."

She's thought of everything, Norman thought. He could delay no longer. Trembling with hopeful expectations, he turned toward her.

And Marlene pulled the zipper all the way down.

Norman moved, prick first, to the bed. He still wore his overalls, and the bib was dragged down from the shoulders, and the crotch was pulled up from between his thighs as his big, hard cock pushed the material out like a tent-pole. He stood beside the bed. She was still wearing the jumpsuit, although it was unzipped all the way down now, and he could see the triangle of her cunt bush, as flaming-red as the hair on her head, as if it had caught fire from the heat of her cunt.