Das ist eigentlich ein relativ ruhiger Job, da unsere Geräte ziemlich zuverlässig sind. Das hält die Verkaufsabteilung natürlich trotzdem nicht da...von ab, den Firmen zu den Kopierern und Druckern noch sündhaft teure Wartungsverträge aufs Auge zu drücken.„Wenn dann doch mal was kaputt geht, was sehr selten vorkommt, dann sind sie mit so einem Wartungsvertrag auch nach der Garantiezeit immer auf der sicheren Seite - ...“ Bla bla bla... Jeden Tag hörte ich die ölig frisierten Verkäufer in ihren. George Kirby, the boss. And Amy Profit, from human relations."Can you come with us, Jordan?" George said.So I followed them into a meeting room. We passed a dozen fellow officeworkers, who watched us as we walked. We walked into the room. Georgeclosed the door.I was sitting on a chair in the front of the room. George sat next toAmy. They had stern looks on their faces."Jordan, is anything going on with you?" George said."No sir," I said, sitting up."You can talk to us," Amy said. "We're here to. ‘I know some words and incantations, but only a little of their meaning,’ Ivory answered. ‘The shaman is a valuable member of our village,’ the Chief said. ‘She has often helped in the annual trek south when we needed to trade with and call on the hospitality of the southern tribes of the mountains, rivers and plains. We would like you to learn as much from her as you can. Should she die or, as I sometimes fear rather more, choose to leave of her own accord, our village will need a shaman in. Submissive Rachel could hardly breath with the ass covering her nose so she gulped air every time her tormentor rocked forward. It was a terrible cycle. Lick, gasp, lick, exhale, lick, gasp. How much longer could she go on! Her head was spinning from the pain and asphyxiation. “Work on my clit you worthless slut. How will I reach pleasure if you don’t try harder”. The woman pushed down with her full body weight. She had no concern for the severe torment she was inflicting.Rachel found the clit.