Ilse Webber. Each contemplating the dire consequences to their respective careers should the deficiencies revealed in the unexpected audit of pharmace...ticals become the subject of disciplinary action.The crisply bright Alpine morning outside the Klink Direktors office illuminating its minimalist décor in broad swathes of dazzling sunlight did nothing to lighten either of the two young women’s mood. The door behind them swung open suddenly, momentarily startling the waiting pair. “ Please. I much prefer going barefoot as a symbol of my willing slavery.i get to the back door of the Club without too much trouble. my Owner is entertaining His Friends and i don’t want to be late. Naturally enough He doesn’t want to be interrupted by a stinking piece of barefoot fuckmeat so i wait outside on my knees with my hands on my head for Him to fetch me. i’m less than two feet away from a main road but i stay there oblivious to the looks i must be getting. My only thoughts are that of a. It was almost 2 hours and maybe more when the bell rang again. Russ did not care, who it was and just rushed to open the door only wishing that his stud was there and yes he was there. Sweat dripping like a faucet. He apologized that it took much longer than he thought, they would be done and then he had to let the company truck and other crew to go before picking up his own car to come back and make sure everything was working fine and asked if he could come in. In the house, he carefully. Mark backed away a few steps and tried to calm his facial muscles down, but to no avail. “I—I um…” Mark stuttered a bit, trying to recover from his confusion, only to notice that the food was starting to smoke. “Oh god, it’s starting to burn!” He ran past the smirking Brent and turned off the heat. He slid the omelet onto a ceramic plate and handed it to Brent. “Here,” Mark said, avoiding direct eye contact. “I have to go to class, so…” Brent laughed. “You haven’t even finished eating your.
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