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Miss Daphne Makes A Deal
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Daphne glanced up from her magazine, looking again toward the closed door of
her boss' office. He's been in since...well, since after his 9am blowjob,
she recounted as she idly popped her chewing gum. Checking the clock,
Daphne noted that it was after 12 already. Typically, she would be bent
over her boss' desk right about now, his 8 inch cock sawing in and out of
her pussy...
It didn't help matters that Daphne was extremely horny. After the morning
blowjob, he'd ordered her to take a seat across the desk from him. She'd
hiked up her short red skirt and thrown her legs over the arms of the chair,
putting her freshly shaved pussy lewdly on display. At his request, she'd
unbuttoned her low-cut blouse as well so that her 38D tits were also fully
exposed. Then, he'd made her beg to be permitted to masturbate... Daphne
had dutifully worked her fingers in and out of her wet pussy as his cum
dripped from her face and onto her braless tits. All the while, he'd busied
himself with paperwork as her fingers brought her closer and closer to the
edge.
She'd noted his slight distracted smile as he'd tried to concentrate on his
work. She knew he was already getting hard again. Maybe she wouldn't have
to wait till lunch hour to get her pussy stuffed, she'd mused hopefully.
God, she'd wanted to crawl over his desk and attack him! But that would
only bring punishment, Daphne knew...
And then--
"That'll be all, Miss Daphne."
Her fingers had continued fucking her pussy...
"I said, that'll be ALL. Get out there and get to work before I have to
tell you again."
Frustrated beyond belief, Daphne had stood, smoothed her skirt and left.
How he loved teasing her! Of course, the office slut had known, it wouldn't
be long before he would call her back in for the main course... but still!
To get to the very edge, and then to be made to abruptly stop...
For the rest of the morning, the sexy secretary's hands had periodically
wandered beneath her skirt. But the office was busy, and trying to get any
real release was an exercise in futility. No matter--Daphne knew that soon,
the door would open... his clients would leave... then she'd hear his voice
over the intercom. Her hand made its way beneath her skirt and began
rubbing her clit again as she imagined those wonderful words which would
signify that her wet cunt was about to be filled....
"Miss Daphne, would you join me in my office?"
BZZZZZT.....
"Miss Daphne!"
"Huh?" Startled out of her daydream, she stabbed at the intercom button.
"Ummmm... yes boss..." Daphne adjusted her skirt. Her pussy, which had
been sopping wet all morning, was now beginning to throb as she thought
about the screwing her boss was about to give her.
Daphne met with disappointment, however, when she poked her head into his
office and noted that the clients were still here.
Resigning herself to at least another hour of sexual frustration, she spoke.
"Yes boss?"
"Come in." He introduced her. "This is my assistant Daphne. Daphne, Steve
and his wife Sara are prospective clients of ours."
Steve was about 6', dark hair and fairly well built. Sara was very petite,
with long, straight dirty-blonde hair.
Neither of them moved to shake the secretary's hand, so she nodded. "Yes
sir."
"Daphne..." Sara mused. "Very exotic... sounds like a stripper's name, or
something."
The secretary didn't quite know how to respond. She forced an embarrassed
little smile and nodded. "Umm, boss... well, if you won't be needing
anything..."
"No. That'll be all."
With relief, Daphne nodded. Both of the clients were staring at her...Sara
with obvious distaste, Steve with lust. Nonetheless, all three sets of eyes
followed her delectable ass swaying in her red miniskirt as she made her way
to the door.
As she reached for the doorknob, her boss spoke. "Wait. I remember why I
called you in here now. I've been trying to find the Jacobsen file. Do you
know where it is?"
"Yes sir...it's in your cabinet..."
"Well, get it please," he said shortly.
"Yes sir..." she mumbled. The boss was obviously in a "mood". No doubt he
was in the middle of a tough negotiation. "Poor guy, he's probably so
tense, and here I am only thinking about myself and getting my pussy
fucked," Daphne thought, making a mental note to spend extra time massaging
the back of her throat with his cockhead during their next fuck session.
Spurting a load of cum down her throat always seemed to take the edge off of
him...
"Excuse me...." she said aloud, as the cabinet in question was on the other
side of his desk. He rolled his chair closer to his desk so that she could
get past him. Squatting, she opened the filing cabinet and produced the
manila folder for him.
To her astonishment, he swatted her squarely across the ass with it.
"Oh!" Daphne exclaimed. It didn't hurt her so much as shock her, that he
had done it in front of clients!
"Miss Daphne...what is the proper way to bend down?"
Her face reddened with embarrassment and humiliation. "Sir..." She glanced
furtively at the clients.
He swatted her again. Harder.
"What is the proper way to bend down to retrieve things, Miss Daphne?"
She whispered, so that the clients wouldnt hear. "At... at the waist..."
"I can't hear you. Speak up!" he said loudly, glancing apologetically at
Steve and Sara.
"Ummmm.... sir... at the waist... but I didn't think you--"
A third time, the file folder connected with her ass. Tears were forming in
her eyes, but she dutifully kept her hands at her sides.
"'Think'?" he asked. "Am I paying you to 'think'?"
"No sir... I just... um... t-the clients..."
"Yes, Miss Daphne. The clients. I can't believe you're behaving so poorly
in front of clients."
"No... I thought..." She retraced her words fearfully as he brandished the
file folder yet again. "I mean..." She began whimpering.
"Miss Daphne," her boss said sternly, "we are trying to discuss business
here." His tone made it clear that "business" was something which was
beyond the comprehension of an office slut such as herself. "I don't have
time to deal with your insubordinations. Although I promise you that I will
deal with them at length, in due time. For now, I suggest you return to
your desk and re-read your employee handbook." He paused, then added for
clarification: "The one which was issued only to you."
He addressed Sara and Steve. "I'm sorry you had to witness this. She's
usually not this insubordinate..."
She left the office as quickly as possible, feeling their eyes on her
freshly spanked ass. As she returned to her desk, Daphne began to cry
softly. Her boss liked to play these games with her and make a slut out of
her, and she typically found it very exciting ...but it was the humiliation
in front of strangers which she couldn't stand. In front of clients, no
less! She'd never felt so violated! For a fleeting moment, she thought of
grabbing her purse and leaving. But she liked this job... NEEDED this job,
she reminded herself, as she thought of the growing stack of bills and debts
on her kitchen table.
Wiping her eyes, she reached in her desk drawer and pulled out the employee
handbook. The one he'd dictated to her, and she'd typed out while sitting
on his lap, her insatiable cunt impaled on his stiff 8-inch cock.
She opened the handbook to the first page. "My primary job responsibility
is to service my boss' hard cock, using my skilled mouth, my juicy pussy or
anything else of mine he wishes to use..."
Miss Daphne was on the third page before she began to notice the throbbing
between her legs. Thoroughly, she read and reread the policy regarding
"unauthorized masturbation during working hours". Then as her hand slipped
beneath the waistband of her skirt, she violated the policy repeatedly....
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BZZZZT!
"Miss Daphne! Will you come in here, please?"
The office slut cursed silently as she removed three of her fingers from her
pussy and wiped them clean with a tissue. Unfulfilled, yet again... and
this time of day was her best chance of getting some serious, uninterrupted
masturbation in, as most of her coworkers were away at lunch.
The clients, of course, were still in his office. Daphne didn't even look
in their direction, she was still so humiliated by what had happened
earlier.
Her boss went right to his no-nonsense tone of voice. "Daphne. Your face
is flushed. What have you been doing?"
Oh god...he's not going to make me say it here, she fervently hoped.
Steve and Sara looked on eagerly. By now it was obvious that they were
privy to the games Daphne and her boss played.
"Miss Daphne. Don't make me ask you again. What were you doing at your
desk?"
Daphne looked at the floor. He knew... somehow they all knew. But to say
it in front of strangers...
His next words helped her with her decision. "Do we need to try out the
nipple clamps again?" As he reached for the handle to his desk drawer...the
second one from the top... Daphne hurriedly shook her head.
"I was playing with my... with myself," she explained in a very small voice.
"Now, Miss Daphne..." His voice was gentle, fatherly. "You need to explain
yourself in more detail than that..."
Daphne sniffled. The redness in her cheeks was now from pure embarrassment.
"I was playing... playing with my p... my pussy..."
"Honey, now what did I tell you about using more descriptive words?"
She clenched her lips in a frown. Pleading-- "Sir..."
"What did I tell you?" he prodded gently. "Remember, when you were in the
back of your car, begging me to--"
She remembered, of course. Her cheeks were burning, as she realized that an
answer was expected. "Y-yes sir... more descriptive words... t-to describe
myself..."
"Very good. And now... what were you doing at your desk, Miss Daphne?"
"I was... touching my wet slutty pussy..." Her eyes focused on the floor.
"Tell them, Miss Daphne." He indicated Steve and Sara.
"Please, sir," she whispered.
The intercom buzzed just then. The receptionist. "Sir, your lunch date is
here...."
Despite the extreme humiliation he'd been putting her through for the past
several minutes, the secretary felt a pang of jealousy at that. Who was he
going on a "date" with? For the past year, lunch hour had been *their*
time. Although neither Daphne nor her boss had ever actually eaten lunch
during that time...
Her boss was, suddenly, all business. "Miss Daphne... Steve and Sara aren't
sure that what we're offering fits their company's needs. Unfortunately,
I'm late for another appointment and won't be coming back for the rest of
the day. I need you to take over this meeting."
"But..."
"The paperwork is right here," the boss indicated. "Steve and Sara here
just need to sign it. Please have the signed papers waiting for me tomorrow
morning... and then we'll talk about that pay advance you needed, so you'll
be able to keep your apartment...."
"But... I don't..."
"It'll be fine," he assured her, guiding her to his desk. He lifted her up
and sat her on the desk, facing the clients. Daphne hurriedly crossed her
legs as she remembered that she wasn't wearing panties. Not that her skirt
allowed her to hide much.
"Do we cross our legs, Miss Daphne?" he admonished her gently, picking up
her leg and lying it across the desk, thus placing her bald pussy on full
display to the clients. Then, he kissed her softly, a casual peck on the
cheek as if she were his wife or girlfriend, instead of his office slut.
Daphne was completely lost. What would she do? She gathered up the
paperwork her boss had left.
"Ummmmm... here, can you sign this?"
Steve and Sara burst into laughter. "Oh, if only it were that easy, honey!"
Sara chided condescendingly. "There's a little more to it than that."
"Like what?" Daphne knew she sounded like some kind of dumb bimbo-- but she
knew nothing about what the company did. Suck... swallow... file
paperwork... fuck... dress like a slut... suck, fuck and say thank you and
beg for more.... These had been the extent of her responsibilities, which
she'd happily accepted. But Daphne suddenly felt ashamed that she hadn't
taken time to learn more about the daily operations of the company.
"Well, first of all, we're still not convinced that the product fits our
needs. From what your boss has been able to show us today, it's still not
perfected... which would mean extra work and maintenance on our part. Then,
" this was totally sailing over the office girl's head--ruefully, Daphne
realized that she didn't even have the faintest notion what the company
actually sold! "The contract is only for two years. We're looking for
something of much longer term. And the cost..." She looked over at Steve,
whose eyes were glued to Daphne's fully exposed, dripping pussy.
"Oh. Yes." Steve wiped the drool from his chin before continuing. "Your
quoted price comes in..." he did a quick mental calculation "...about 15%
above market... and that's before we add in things such as--"
"Yes...that's all fine..." Daphne interrupted. "What price did you have in
mind?"
Sara named a figure. Daphne had no idea whether it was "above or below
market", if it was a good deal, or if she were getting screwed royally.
"That sounds reasonable," she nodded. If her boss wanted a better deal, she
reasoned, he shouldn't have sent his office bimbo in to handle the
negotiations.
The clients seemed mildly surprised.
"Well...what about length of contract?" Steve reiterated. "Two years is
still way too little."
"Five years." Steve and Sara didn't flinch. "Ten years," Daphne offered
desperately. Her pussy was itching to be filled... she could feel their
stares burning into her crotch, and it was making her hotter than she'd felt
in a while. She just wanted to get the signatures... then she'd go track
down her boss at whatever restaurant he was at, and persuade him to kick
that bimbo he was with to the curb, then beg him to fuck her right there...
"Twelve years." Sara counter-offered.
"Fine," Daphne said with exasperation. Whatever...
"Ok, then... looks like we have a deal."
She held out the paperwork to them. "Great. Sign, please."
Neither of the clients moved.
"Ummm...something else?" she asked.
"Yes," Steve said. "Your boss mentioned consummating this deal?"
Now this, Daphne was equipped to handle. On many occasions, the pretty
secretary had dropped to her knees or accompanied a client back to a hotel
room to finalize a deal. "What exactly did you have in mind?" the office
slut cooed. At this point, she didn't care who she fucked, as long as she
got some relief.
Steve stood up and undid his belt. His pants dropped around his ankles.
Quickly, he stepped forward and buried his cock in Daphne's wet, horny
pussy.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" the secretary screamed with joy as she threw her head
back. "Yes FUCK ME...." Steve needed no urging. His cock pistoned in and
out of Daphne's soaked cunt, pummeling her and driving her nearly insane.
This cock was shorter than her bosses, but marginally thicker. And she was
being filled rather nicely.
With a start, Daphne remembered Sara. She opened her eyes to see the
businesswoman still in her chair, rubbing herself through the material of
her business suit, as she watched her husband fuck this office tramp.
"Look at the way those big titties bounce for you," Sara whispered to her
husband.
"Let's....UNHHHHHH.... get a better look!" Steve grunted. With both hands,
he grabbed her blouse and roughly pulled at it, ripping several of the
buttons away and exposing Daphne's bare breasts. He wasted no time in
roughly groping and pawing them.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" screamed Daphne, as her first orgasm overtook her.
"How do you like fucking my husband?" Sara moaned as her excitement grew.
"Doesn't his cock feel nice in your pussy?"
"Oh yes....oh GOD YES..."
"Turn her over," was Sara's next suggestion. "Fuck her from behind..."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."
Without pulling out, Steve grabbed Daphne's leg and rotated the office girl
so that she was face-down, bent over across the desk. Her toes barely
touched the floor as the wonderful pounding continued from behind, his balls
slapping against her clit every time he buried his prick in her insatiable
pussy.
Daphne couldn't see Sara anymore, but she could hear the increased tempo of
the woman's moans behind her. She could also hear Sara's fingers sloshing
around in her cunt now. God, I'd go down on her if she came over here, the
secretary thought fleetingly. But Sara stayed in place, and seemed content
to rub herself.
Suddenly Steve pulled out of her pussy. Daphne gasped at the sudden loss of
sensation, and instinctively kept grinding her ass against empty air for a
few seconds. Then she felt his swollen cockhead rubbing up and down the
crack of her ass, liberally coating her with her own juices.
"No..." Daphne sighed as Steve took his thick cock in hand and pressed the
tip insistently at the opening to her virgin ass. "No, I don't do that..."
She pushed herself up and began turning around.
In a flash, Sara was beside her, shoving her forcefully back down onto the
desk. Daphne struggled, but the other woman was very strong and the office
slut only succeeded in getting what remained of her blouse ripped off of
her. Then Sara climbed on the desk, carelessly pushing files and paperwork
onto the floor, and pinning the girl to the desk by pressing her knee
squarely into Daphne's back.
"Please... I've never d-done that," Daphne gasped. "He's so... so big..."
"Yes," Sara giggled, "that's why I won't let him anywhere near *my* ass..."
Her voice lowered. "But your boss told us you would make *any* concession
to make us feel welcome here... You do want to make us happy, don't you?"
Daphne did. If she were to bring that paperwork back to her boss without
signatures, she could only imagine the humiliating punishments which would
be in store for her. Still, her ass... "Yes but.... please..." she
whimpered.
"Enough," Sara snapped as she reached under her business skirt and removed
her soaked panties. Wadding them up, she grabbed a handful of Daphne's hair
and pulled her head back, then stuffed the lace panties in her mouth. For
good measure, she sealed the secretary's mouth shut with a few strips of
scotch tape... then surveyed her handiwork as she again buried her knee
painfully in the slut's back.
Daphne struggled, flailing her hands and trying to get rid of the gag. Sara
and Steve grabbed the girl's arms and bound them together behind her back,
at the wrists, using what remained of Daphne's blouse.
"Put your cock in her ass," Sara ordered her husband. Only too happy to
oblige, Steve again pressed his cock against Daphne's anal opening. In
desperation, the office girl tried to arch her back and raise herself up, to
align him with her dripping cunt instead, but she had no luck as her feet
were almost entirely off the floor. Lubricated by her cunt juices, his
cockhead slipped into her tight, unused ass.
Sara stroked Daphne's hair. "Do you like feeling my husband's big cock
going into your ass? Yeah...he's going to ream that cute little tush..."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" the secretary protested through her makeshift gag,
thrashing wildly on the desk.
"Now, now..." Sara admonished. "It's only going to be that much harder if
you fight it... either way, it's going in your tight asshole..."
Daphne emphatically shook her head "NO". Nevertheless, the head of Steve's
cock was now inside her, and inexorably pushing its way deeper.
The office slut had never known such pain. She felt as if her rear was
being torn apart by the thick cock which was being forced into her, inch by
agonizing inch. Daphne howled with agony... but the gag reduced her cries
to muffled moans, which only implored Steve to push harder.
"Gotta break in that virgin asshole, sweetie," Sara whispered as she
caressed Daphne's flushed face, already bathed in sweat. "It'll be so much
easier next time...you'll see...."
Daphne bit down hard on Sara's cum-soaked panties, and firmly resolved that
there wouldn't be a "next time". The way things stood right now, the abused
secretary wasn't willing to lay odds that she'd even survive "this time".
And Steve's prick wasn't even halfway up her ass yet...
"Oh my god...LOOK at that throbbing cock sinking into that slut's ass... god
that's gorgeous..." Sara marveled. The veins on Steve's neck were popping
out as he pushed his way into that area which no man had ever touched upon
before. Daphne was reflexively clenching her muscles, trying to expel the
invader from her ass, as well as attempting to scoot over the desk, away
from her sodomizer.
"It only makes it worse when you fight it..." Sara repeated as she inserted
a third finger in her own cunt. To her husband, she implored: "Push...
BURY that gorgeous prick inside this little tramp!!"
"So...fucking...TIGHT..." Steve grunted as his cock sank, inch by inch, into
Daphne's ass.
"Oh GODDDDDDDDDD" Sara groaned as her fingers did their magic.
"MMMMM MFFFFFF MFFFFFFH!!" Daphne protested through her gag.
"YES!" Steve exclaimed triumphantly as her asshole was filled by the entire
length of his cock.
"MMMMMMF..."
Steve withdrew till just the tip was violating Daphne's ass. Desperately,
her ass muscles worked to push him the rest of the way out.
Then he was burying his cock inside her again, this time with more speed and
more force. His balls slapped against her cunt as he went deep... then
out... then back in, buried to the hilt again. Daphne felt as if her tiny
opening was being torn to shreds as Steve steadily, rhythmically began
pumping her up the ass.
"AAAAAAAAA MMMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!" the office slut bellowed into the gag, as her
entire body convulsed in agony.
Sara, meanwhile, was shuddering with pleasure. "Ooooooooooooo! Fuck
her.... FUCK HER!!!"
"Oh she's so tight," Steve gasped. "Gonna... uhhhh... cum soon..."
"Yes.... YES!!!" Sara yelped. "Yeah... cum in her ass... Ooooooooooh is
that all right, honey? Is that all right if he cums in your ass?"
Anything to get his cock out of my asshole, the secretary thought
deliriously...
"Poor dear," Sara taunted. "Let me see if I can do anything for you." The
businesswoman reached over and began probing Daphne's snatch with two
fingers. The office girl was unbelievably wet.
She also responded almost immediately to the fingering, as her moans began
taking on a different tone. There was still the muffled sound of a woman
screaming in agony.... but it was intermixed with something else now, as
Daphne's nervous system fought to discern the heavenly sensations going
through her cunt, and the hellish agony pounding through her tight, abused
ass.
Then Sara found Daphne's clit with her thumb and began rubbing it. The
office slut threw her head back and howled. The gag did little to stifle
the sound.
"Mmmmmm, I think she likes it," Sara sighed. To Daphne: "Do you like
this?"
"MMM MMM," the office girl shook her head in a very weak protest. Daphne
didn't even realize that she was perceptibly thrusting her ass to meet the
husband/wife fucking tandem--Sara's fingers in her cunt, and Steve's cock
filling her ass.
Sara quickened her pace, fingering Daphne's pussy even faster and harder.
"You don't like this?" she repeated.
Daphne shook her head again. "MMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Her protest
became a muffled scream as Sara located the secretary's g-spot and
relentlessly assaulted it with her fingers. "MMMM MMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMM...." Sara's fingers and Steve's cock, separated by the thin
wall between Daphne's cunt and ass, drove the girl temporarily insane. Then
Sara resumed her steady finger-fucking as Steve continued reaming the girl's
asshole.
"MMMMMMMMM..." Daphne whimpered as they continued to fuck her senseless.
"Well," Sara's voice dripped honey, "would you like us to stop?"
Tears of shame filled the office slut's eyes as she realized the answer to
the question.
"Steve honey, why don't we stop. We'll just get dressed, leave and take our
business elsewhere."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" The secretary shook her head vehemently as she
furiously began thrusting her ass backward to meet the fingers and cock
which were fucking her so nicely. "Just for the signatures...just doing it
for the signatures..." Daphne frantically tried to tell herself as her
earth-shattering orgasm belied and betrayed her. "MMMMMMMMMMMM.....!!" She
thrashed about on the desk like a fish out of water as the clients ravaged
her pussy and ass. Juices gushed from Daphne's cunt, soaking Sara's fingers
and the side of the desk.
"Oh, look at her cum..." Sara marveled. "Your turn," she murmured to her
husband as she began caressing Steve's balls with her cum-soaked fingers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...." Steve groaned, pushing forward one final time to
bury his cock deep in Daphne's bowels. As he emptied his load into her ass,
Daphne's orgasm reached its peak. Her entire body convulsed and her feet
mindlessly kicked and thrashed against the desk, until she finally went limp
with exhaustion.
When Daphne came to, Steve's cock was still buried in her ass, although it
was now, thankfully, only semi-hard. Sara was slapping the office girl
across the face. "Wake up, sleepyhead. C'mon.... we're almost done. Don't
you want these contracts signed?"
Daphne nodded weakly as the papers were laid on her back. First Steve
signed, then Sara.
"OK...now you just need to sign, to make it official, honey!" Sara offered
the pen to Daphne. "Oops....sorry," she acknowledged with mock
embarrassment as she untied the girl's wrists.
So Daphne signed. Her last name was somewhat distorted, as by this time
Steve's prick was stiffening again and he'd begun thrusting in and out of
her reamed asshole...
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Finally, Daphne was able to collect the strength to climb off of the desk.
Her ass was stiff and sore from the fucking she'd received. She'd been
mostly numb back there throughout Steve's second ravaging of her tender
asshole, which was something to be thankful for as he had lasted much longer
this time. It had still seemed like an eternity before he'd pulled out and
jerked off over her, splattering Daphne's asscheeks and lower back with his
creamy white cum. Sara had then tossed the contract on top of the sticky
mess, and the two clients had dressed and left.
But she had gotten the contract signed! Her boss would be happy, and she'd
be in his good graces again. He'd even mentioned that pay raise, Daphne
reminded herself excitedly as she gathered up what remained of her blouse.
The secretary was still feeling a bit lightheaded, so she settled into a
chair. Immediately, she yelped and stood straight up, as lightning bolts of
pain shot through her bottom.
Daphne quickly discovered that she was barely able to move or walk without
feeling pain. Sitting down was out of the question. Her office
duties--Daphne shuddered. Her duties consisted mostly of bending over and
kneeling under desks. And she knew that she'd be twice as sore tomorrow.
"I'm gonna need the day off," she groaned aloud. Surely he would give it to
her. After all, she'd just gotten him his precious deal, some of which had
been literally taken out on her ass! He'd be so proud of her... he'd
understand.... she decided she'd go over to his place on her way home...drop
off the paperwork... and ask for the day off.
But first, she'd have to clean up the paperwork a little bit, of course.
Grabbing a kleenex, she carefully began wiping the jism off of the signed
documents.
As she glanced at the papers, her eyes grew wide with horror as she noticed
the paragraph describing exactly *what* had been sold to the clients....
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