I plunge head first into everything I do.I do not get weekends off or public holidays.I work in a damp environment.I don't get paid overtime.I work in...a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.I work in high temperatures.My work exposes me to contagious diseases.MANAGEMENT REPLYDear Penis:After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons: You do not work 8 hours straight.You fall asleep on the job. "At least I have something to wear," I told myself with a sigh once Ifinished getting dressed. And as Mom had told me earlier, this wouldat least let me leave the house and look for clothes that were a betterfit. However that would wait until tomorrow.I soon found myself sitting back on the couch in the living room,watching the news just like I'd been doing yesterday and this morning.It was interesting since they were finally giving new information onthe changed, which was what they'd settled. As they arrived in the kitchen, they marveled at the beautiful layout of food in front of them that rivaled the fanciest restaurant. Sarah nibbled at some food in the kitchen area, leaving the two of them to enjoy the feast alone.“Thank you, Sarah.” Jolene smiled at her and delicately began to eat the salad placed in front of her. She looked over to see Rocco was already enjoying his meat dish, knowing it was probably some kind of steak by the sounds of his approval. Giggling, she stopped. Amba began to gag as my salty cum filled her old mouth.“Swallow it Randy [whore]!” I howled, as I unleashed another load.She attempted to swallow as much cum as possible, trying not to throw up. With a quick gulped she swallowed it after all. I released her head and noticed tears of gratitude in her eyes. She had never had such an experience in her life! Amba had left some cum running down her chin; she licked it up as I helped her up, embraced her passionately and ripped off her clothes. I lay.