Sadly my Security Manager who hired me died seven months after I joined the firm and a new man took over, a former policeman from the Fraud Squad. For...five months we got along fine or so I thought till it came time for him to confirm my probation to become a permanent security officer which included a sizeable pay rise. The day dawned and mid afternoon I was called into his office. “I,m sorry, Joe, but I will NOT confirm your position, but am dismissing you as of now!” I was shattered, but. My brain and heart stalled momentarily. Part of me is still in my prepubescence; I stare at breasts. Just can’t help it. I did also notice that except for the bikini wax, her bush was ample. I prefer a bald pussy, but it is what it is. I didn’t expect to see any tattoos or piercings and there were none. I’m fine with small discreet tattoos, I think big in-your-face tattoos are tacky. Piercings, other than earlobes, are a major turnoff. I cannot understand why a person would do that, especially. It was the sales manager’s, and therefore the company’s, biggest and best account, so he sweet-talked the boss into rewarding the main contributors to the successful salvage operation. Naturally, the sales manager managed to wangle himself in on the free meal too.Brian was just a cog in the wheel of the large plastics manufactory, though he was important in this particular instance. Brian wasn’t bright or clever, but he was an accomplished machinist. He operated a machine that moulded and. As I see your lights roll in, I put everything together so it's perfect when you step in. I light candles and turn out the lights. I meet you at the door and take your coat and help you take your blouse off. I reach up and pull you to me and kiss you slowly, as I run my hands through your hair. I take your hand and begin to lead you to the kitchen. You notice that there are no lights on, just candles on the kitchen table that throw mysterious and sexy shadows across the room. You also.