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I quickly looked to the door and gang caught Phyllis' eye, returning the wink she'd delivered bang the previous morning. Phyllis flushed - out of either embarassment or anger - and left the doorway.
By sex midmorning the next day, Phyllis had a short, red haired woman reporter and her bearded photographer from a major science journal down sex on their knees in front of her couch, both fighting sex for the honor of drinking from the gang vessel gang of my colleague's cunt. Phyllis of course sex had also gangbangsex left her gangbangsex door cracked open and gangbangsex was particularly vocal about enjoyment, knowing that I'd be drawn bang to peek from her doorway.
Bowder turned. I could see her hand, still clutching our expense reports, shake slightly gangbangsex. "Excuse me," she mumbled, "could gang you direct me to sex your ladies sex' room?"
I nodded again. Bowder leaned back and chuckled. "It's a pity, though. While you couldn't market this stuff to gang women, it gang would be bang pretty easy gang to gang develop a lucrative black market for the gang male equivalent. Every executive gang I know would pay into six-figures for a substance that would make women crave the taste of semen."
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