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The man sat back in his comfortable, leather chair, looking at the computer, waiting for the maid to finish. He sat back, smoking a cigar. He looked down at her and smiled, his dick in her mouth. The man was well known for being a sex addict, often taking advantage of his employees. Sure, he did have a wife, but he didn't care. What was she going to do? What could she do? Finally, after a groan, he covered her face in cum and rebuttoned his pants. The maid nodded and stood up, wiping her face off and leaving him be. Slowly, he looked at his agenda. Oh good, the job for new secretary was being filled today, and quite frankly the man couldn't wait.
Did work get done? Sure. He always did his work, it was always done in peak form. Maybe, what he did at work helped him out a bit. Relieved stress. He looked at his computer and started typing away. The new girl was supposed to come into the room when she had arrived and they could get to know each other a little bit more. His only requirement was, that she was a female. That was all. He sat back and puffed off the cigar a little bit longer. Would she never come?
The man had done very well for himself. He was 23 years old, and he was the head of the small company. It paid quite well, and he loved his job. He was a shark in the business world, and was very convincing when he needed to be. He had jet black hair, and a slender face. He was about 6'0 when standing, and worked long hours to make sure things worked in the office. A gold plate on his desk read: MR. MURRAY
Did work get done? Sure. He always did his work, it was always done in peak form. Maybe, what he did at work helped him out a bit. Relieved stress. He looked at his computer and started typing away. The new girl was supposed to come into the room when she had arrived and they could get to know each other a little bit more. His only requirement was, that she was a female. That was all. He sat back and puffed off the cigar a little bit longer. Would she never come?
The man had done very well for himself. He was 23 years old, and he was the head of the small company. It paid quite well, and he loved his job. He was a shark in the business world, and was very convincing when he needed to be. He had jet black hair, and a slender face. He was about 6'0 when standing, and worked long hours to make sure things worked in the office. A gold plate on his desk read: MR. MURRAY