”“A motorcycle or bicycle?”“Bicycle.”“If you're hired for this position, you must learn to be precise with your language. In business, amb...iguity can cost millions, as one of my former competitors learned. Do you have a driver's license?”“I have a Class E operator license. Issued by the state of Florida, with no restrictions or endorsements.” She had great difficulty keeping the sarcastic tone out of her voice.“Good girl. You are a fast learner. Do you have clothing appropriate for an office. BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!...The defensive formation of the mayor office building was as tough as the warehouse’s and even more complicated. On each of the one hundred and four floors of the building was an emergency power sources to reignite the formation if anything were to happen to it.‘No! No! No! No!’ Zax was vexed. He had to search in a hurry a section of the building every time the formation collapsed, yet he never found where his spatial rings were hidden, at the best, there were couple of experts. She had been use to dating assholes and was getting sick of it. "Why do men only care about the size of a woman's breast? All they want to do is fuck me and leave me." She would think to herself. "To hell with men! I'm done with them for now. But how do I still get to go out to the bars and not get hit on by them?" She keep thinking about this while cooking and eating dinner then figured to go out shopping. Once at the local store she brought hair clippers, men's jeans, a baggy button-up shirt,. “Good boy.” She began to move her hips and I clung onto her trigger and then gave up and just licked her all over her crotch. She too had lost focus and was just carried away on the tide of erotic pleasure.“Lift your legs,’ I said urgently, and I knew she knew what I wanted. She lifted from her knees until she was past horizontal and almost rolling over backwards. Her arsehole was looking at me. It was smooth and shiny and crinkled.“You like that?” she said uncertainly.“I love it,” I said. “I’m.