Out of utter surprise she dropped her robe, exposing her 34C perky tits. Her nipples were so erect she could cut glass. Then she told me to get out of...the shower and lean back against the counter and stay still. She then squatted down and grabbed my cock with one hand and shoved it in her mouth. Her mouth was sooo warm and moist and you could tell she had done this many times before. She kept going for a couple minutes, her head bobbing up and down my cock. After a while I could tell I was. ”“Yes, you did. Now get me a supervisor before I come down there and fire you.”“Right away.”I didn’t even bother picking up my fork again. I’d completely lost my appetite. Why the hell would the hold times be five times below goal? That made no sense. We hardly ever went below goal; the worst we’d ever been was six percent below goal. This was five hundred percent in the negatives. This was a fucking nightmare. There were so many precautions, so many procedures and backdoors to prevent all of. He took being let off early really well which left Clare and I alone. We did finish our cleaning before returning to the kitchen. This time, before we could start kissing again she explained to me that she found me really attractive and wanted me as her relationship with her boyfriend wasn't all that good. He was in his forties and didn't have the same desires as she did. I told her that I felt the same about her but didn't want her to do anything that she would regret.She looked at me at that. "Nnngh, hullo?" you muttered sleepily into the receiver."Rise and shine my little friend!" came an overly cheerful, if slightly unnerving, voice on the other end. "You need to get up, you have a busy couple of days ahad of you." Who is this?" you replied, yawning sleepily as you blinked awake slowly."Oh it doesn't matter who I am, it matters who you are! Or rather, what you are!" came the cheerful tone again before adding "Notice anything different, dear?"What the hell was all of this about? It.