"It seems like I only have enough in me to keep two of you happy at a time -- and there are six of you, when we count the pair at home. Now, what that...means is that I need a backup. Mack, here, is my back door man -- he handles the overflow. We'll be doing steady rotation, but if somebody gets the itch real bad, Mack is authorized to scratch it. Some of you like to party hardy anyway, and I can't possibly be two places at once, so Mack has THAT mission, too. It's a tough job, but I'm sure he'll. Lauren whimpers as she realizes what was about to happen too her. One of the men dragged his hard throbbing cock across her face, leaving a small trail of pre cum on her chin, before pinching her nose & roughly forcing his cock in her open mouth. She choked and gagged so he forced it in deeper. It felt so good feeling the back of her throat and looking at her eyes, beginning to water. He thrust himself in & out of her mouth before holding it in place and pinching her nose again so she couldn't. “I know, but that's something else I'm worried about. I can't fuck a guy I barely know. What if I do or say the wrong thing and fuck everything up? I've been benched for so long, I'm not too sure I'll even get a bunt," she explained, dropping them to her lap. My eyes got view of her twitching, crying and breathing as if she was on a respirator. My right hand made its way right onto her leg. "How about someone you already know does something for you to get your confidence back? A person you've. I try to get the spreadsheet to stop blurring, come into focus.The laughter gets louder, putting the lie to my promise.I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. Almost painfully so.Stop. For God’s sake. Please stop.“Heh, heh, heh...”It’s part of the never-ending litany of bizarre noises and strange odors emanating from his cubicle.Weird laughter, inappropriate jokes, bodily noises. And the Smells. God the Smells.Every. Damn. Day. Sardines in heavy oil. Sardines in Mustard. Once in a while pickled.