Each of them had spunked three or four times. Melanie had cum deep in her asshole, pussy, and even dripping from her nose. She swallowed most of it. T...e guys liked to see her play with it in her mouth. They made her hold her mouth open and show them before they’d let her swallow.They liked to watch her squat and drip the cum out of her cunt and asshole onto the floor and then turn around and lap it up for them. It was degrading and deeply humiliating for Melanie, yet she hoped they would ask. Though the two accountants were a few years older than me, being twenty-four at the time, I made an effort to keep the business young and vibrant, employing younger staff who I thought possessed potential and desire to improve. One of my accountants came in to my office one morning and presented an argument that there was a need to employ another assistant because as our client base was building an extra pair of hands was required or the standard and speed of service we offered would start to. They defeated the corral he devised, so he just fenced in the stove, taught them “Hot! don’t touch” and hoped for the best.He blocked what he was doing with the stove from view with his turned back, to keep them from attempting to emulate him. It was only a temporary solution, but hopefully enough until they gained the co-ordination and strength to operate the wood stove if not safely then at least with more than no chance of success.There wasn’t much in the shelter (OK, it was an empty. The reason it baffled me was not who she was, so much as what she sold. See, I knew her as The Ice Cream Girl. What she was doing attempting to sell ice cream on a day where coffee quickly turned to ice was totally beyond me.I mean, I was nuts being here, but I was generally in the business of selling winter clothing. I had parkas, thermal underwear, thermal shirts, thermal pants, and all kinds of other warm goodies. Even electrically heated clothing powered by batteries. A day like to day was.