Dort zahlt nicht man mehr so ​​viel wie früher, aber es ist immer noch ein gutes Geld.Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt v...n allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr. I told them I was fine, but they insisted in taking me to the hospital anyway. While I was in the back of the ambulance, I called my wife, Wendy.She got to the hospital less than twenty minutes after I did. She was frantic. I was fine. She checked me out, looking at every part of my body. It was as if she thought she could see things that the X-Rays and the MRI couldn't.She hugged me, and then recoiled as she realized that her hug might have hurt me. She asked me millions of questions and never. Her lips tightened as she gazed at him. "No, I am not all right, if it means anything to you."Janna regretted her words as soon as they were out of her mouth. Fortunately, Tarras looked on her no less kindly or concerned. "I would think I've shown that it does," he said softly.Janna sighed. "I know, I'm sorry." Then what is it?"Janna's eyes flicked over to the door for a moment, as if she wanted to escape and avoid having to answer the question. She had to force herself to meet his eyes again.. Tammy was moaning in a low guttural pleasure sort of way. Perfect I thought.Just then the front door bell rang; I looked at Tammy's reaction and nothing. So I slipped silently away and let the six guys in: leading them into the living room; I began to explain the rules before they met Tammy.Rule one. You can fuck her mouth or her cunt only, but must cum initially in a pint sized glass, provided. I would prefer you to fuck her mouth on the first round.Rule two. If you're not being sucked, you.