The call centre culture mostly attracts young ladies who are cunning, loud-mouthed and fantasize about fucking guys with a strap-on dick. It takes an ...uthoritative position to tame these types of ladies. The only time when they will change their stance is during an interview. Last year, one such lady had visited our call centre. I was not at all surprised when the male interviewees kept ogling her from the corner of their eyes. The lady possessed such a level of beauty that the security guard. She raised a curious eyebrow. "Hey, Thena. Did you spill somethingon your clothes? You usually aren't one to strut around completelynaked."Jenny was a very short and very attractive Asian-American. Her long,raven-black hair complimented her lean, athletic body. A bit younger thenAthena, she was always the relaxed one, a person prone to meditating onher life's decisions. She was leaned back comfortably in the bath.Classical music, an excellent relaxant, played softly from the sink topspeakers."I. I wasn't expecting any shagging or anything; I'm not a complete bastard. As I snuggled up behind her she sat up, and in a voice I'd never heard her use before shouted,"Get out of my bed, you bastard, it's your fault that they're dead!"I was astonished, both by what she said and by the hate and vehemence in the voice she had used to say it. I knew it would be a waste of time to try talking to her, so I got out of bed and went downstairs and slept in an armchair in the sitting room. Occasionally. Nobody seemed to notice her actions for a few a seconds. They were still laughing and talking. She looked back at me and her eyes were wide with astonishment. We looked at each other without saying a word then we stared at my cock in her pussy, then at each other again. Both of us were frozen still.Salina put a hand on Sabrina's shoulder and told her to sit down and shoved her down more on my cock. When Sabrina turned and looked at her friend everyone stop in their tracks, knowing something was.