Too many distractions. Your description of how I might end up implies that I would just be a brainless bimbo, if a red haired one and not a blonde. I ...now I have brains and am not dim, in fact in my early years I did well at school, but then boys entered the picture and sex and drugs… and I ended up here.”“Why did you take drugs?”“Boredom. To heighten my sexual experiences. To suppress a little depression. So many little things I suppose. They just took my mind away from the real world.”For a. Monday morning the employees struck back in a desperate attempt to save the company. Union and hourly employees had a long history of going on strike. Everyone knew that employees holding administrative and professional positions within a company didn’t go on strike ... but they did, that day. In fact, only five percent of the employees working in that division of the company showed up to work that morning. A walk through the buildings was disturbing. The floors of the buildings which home to. "Thank you," Mona said to her friend. "That was so good. What do you want?" I want to be fucked," the blonde responded."Roll over," Mona instructed.The blonde shook her head."I want COCK," she said emphatically.She looked in my direction."How about it, Suit?" she asked.I still didn't know her name. And she obviously didn't know mine either."You wanna fuck?" she asked me.I glanced down at Kay. She still had a hand on my shaft, but it wasn't moving. She was moaning loudly. I knew Johnny was about. I am his, and now I know this is right, this is where I belong. Mike’s tongue reaches into my mouth, touching and stroking mine, with firm, assuring pressure. He knows how I hunger for more of him, ‘Mike, I want this so badly,’ I whisper to him. ‘Yes,’ he answers. The kiss of his tongue melts me, as he slowly tastes my teeth, my gums, my tongue. Moaning and grinding my body to his, I run my foot along his calf muscle, then up and down again. The hairs on his leg are coarse against my soft.