"Your appointment is here." Send them in." I was expecting a new intern who had been directed to me for placement. In walked a very young blonde. She ...didn't look like she could be much older than eightteen. Her attire did little to flatter her slender figure, her white button up shirt concealed what little breasts she had and her black skirt fell to mid thigh."Good morning, Mr West. I'm Jem Stone," Her voice was fairly pleasent as she handed me an envelope. "I was told you needed to read this,. You pick." She took the glasses from my hands and stepped to one side to give me free reign. It only took me a couple presses of the "Browse" button to find an appropriate song. I looked up at her and she was peering over my shoulder. I cleared my throat politely and she rolled her eyes and turned away. I punched in my selection, hit the browse buttons randomly and turned back to her. A similarly clique-y song was playing during our selections, and I prayed there were no more in queue. She. Cris licked up her slit repeatedly, rolling his tongue across her clit each time. He could feel her breathing getting faster and see her stomach beginning to heave as her first orgasm rushed to escape her body. Missy’s hands now gripped his head, applying more pressure as her excitement grew. As she approached her peak, Cris licked upward and then sucked on her clit, wrapping his tongue around it and pulling. Over the edge Missy went, crying out as her body clenched and spasmed in orgasmic. After far too long without one, you are getting the break from the stress and frustration of your 9 to 5 cubicle farm hell! After cleaning off your desk for the day, you stand and head for the exit from your little cubical. You smirk at your co-workers, who acknowledge you with comments like "Hi, Doe, you lucky stiff!" and "Don't get lost on your way back!"The fluorescent light gives the cubicle farm a light bluish tint, as you walk down the corridors between the vacant desks. The carpet is.