"Really?" Ratzinger asked sitting up straight immediately. "You would really do that for me? Or are you kidding me. Please I don't have time for jokes. You know…"
"That is your problem," Marcela said, caressing his laps. "You're always rowdy and all. You never have time for jokes."
"Miss," Ratzinger said noticing the change in the atmosphere. "I'm not very comfortable."
"Marcela," she said. "My name is Marcela."
"Okay.. Marcela…Uhmm…what are you doing," Ratzinger asked seeing her hands go down from his lap towards his crotch."
"Why?" she laughed. "Isn't it obvious enough? I'm getting you a job."
"A job?" he asked. "This is not how to get a job."
"Two jobs actually," she laughed again and began to fondle his dick. Like a typical man, Ratzinger had already lost half his senses and she capitalized on it and started going further.
