. oh,” Clara began.“Gets hungry, goes hunting,” a slightly sick looking Xi replied.“Will it be missed if we kill it?” I asked as our probes ...evealed more of what was a very efficient guard and a ruthless killing machine.“Someone, somewhere will ... eventually. This thing is gender neutral and can’t reproduce, hence sooner or later whoever places these things in buildings will need to pop around to make sure they are still functional.”“I don’t like male Orcs, but this is just ... wrong,” I. I traced a coat of saliva down her smooth, flat stomach inching ever closer to the prize that awaited me.I grabbed the top of her lace trimmed panties with my teeth as I inched them down slowly, my fingers caressing her lovely smooth thighs and butt. When my efforts were rewarded with the sight of a neatly trimmed bush, I worked my lips and tongue back up her inner thighs, occasionally pausing to nibble delicately at her gorgeous skin.The delicate, blonde hairs teased my face as I began to. He used the tip of his tongue to go back over the now dried up river of orange juice, licking and tickling her chest, making her squirm beneath him. He paid particular attention to the valley in between her breasts, as well as the great peaks of bosom, and the stiff nipples that adorned those peaks and made for the summit of each breast. A second segment was soon in hand, and traced further down her body, underneath her breasts this time, and tracing down toward her belly. He squeezed the fruit. Johnson immediately sensed my submissive side during my firstinterview. She even asked me if I had ever worn a dress. I sheepishlytold her about the time I went as a bridesmaid to a Halloween party. Itwas my sister Kerri's idea to dress me up. Ms. Johnson told me that herlast two secretaries were male.The job is a traditional secretarial position. Ms. Johnson expects me tobring her coffee in the morning, type letters during the day, and assisther anyway possible. My hours are from 9 to 5,.