My trip to Syracuse is quick. Both plants are doing what we wanted, and their numbers are turning around. For the dog food company, grain movement can be automated. However, the human doing it is looking for vermin and other foreign objects. Only a human can do that. We now use a conveyer, and they pick off any foreign entity. The consultants came up with that after hearing the reason for using humans.
The other plant is still modernizing, it’s a massive transformation. The jerk CEO has a new attitude, and he worked with the consultants. Everyone is happy with the management changes, and the new machines make everything easier. We have thrown a ton of training at all the employees to use the latest equipment and convert to new designs faster. Rather than maintenance swapping things, each employee can recalibrate their machine as directed.
Every week they get reports of who needs to make changes, what changes are required, and what to change. It’s made the work for the employees more exciting and fulfilling. They are doing fantastic.
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Friday is just a typical day for me at Global. I sit in a few meetings and get an update on our new studio. As the day closes in on 5:00, my nerves are acting up. I am anxious about my blind date. I can’t believe mom would set me up with a troll. Will we have sex tonight? What else is planned?
I am almost shaking on my way home. I’m glad we have a driver. Jane and mom talk in the car; I am quiet, nervous, and dare say scared. Jane and mom kiss me as I go up to my room to prepare.
Standing in my room is a naked Vickie. I didn’t see that coming.
Vickie says to me, “Jane has picked out an outfit for you tonight. Because I was well behaved this week, my reward is preparing you. You may not touch me, or I will be harshly punished. I pull out my finger and point it at her. Instantly there is horror in her eyes; she is scared. The finger goes away.
I start on my shirt buttons, and my hands are slapped.
She says to me, “I may touch you to do my job.”
She unbuttons my shirt and carefully removes it. Funny, as she walks in front of me, her perfect, naked breasts run into me. She assists in removing my shoes and socks, and they are set aside. My belt is loosened and removed. My button is undone, and the zipper is lowered. She pulls the pants down, and I step out of them. They are folded and placed on the shirt. Then, as if it’s no big deal, she pulls down my boxers, and I step out of them. The boxers and socks are stacked on the clothes and then placed in the laundry bin.
She takes my hand and guides me to my shower. I am stopped while she turns on the shower. With zero emotion on her face, she squats and licks my cock head.
Vickie looks up at me innocently, “Mistress doesn’t want you shooting prematurely. I am to drain you as much as possible.”
Vickie always was a world-class cocksucker, and I never dreamed she had so much practice. She has the desire to please her partner, which is a major part of my happiness. She loves blowing me, which is another significant part of a world-class blow job. Her technique is second-to-none. Everyone bobs, uses saliva, and pleases under the helmet. Some fondle the balls, use suction, and look up. Vickie does all of those.
It’s funny, but looking up is so easy, yet most women can’t keep their eyes on you. They’re drawn to look at the cock and verify it’s still in their mouth.
Vickie twists her head to extend her tongue range. She will press her tongue into my veins, and she varies the amount of pressure she uses. To me, she is unique in that she will use her lips to apply pressure to my rod. She never uses teeth, just the lips, to create a fantastic experience. She is also unique in that she is far faster than anyone else I know. If I last too long, like now, she places her tongue on the sensitive part of my cock, and hums. Altogether, it’s an astonishing performance.
Like every other time, she has drained my balls of all cum. She stands up with a smile on her face, then tries to hide it immediately. She grabs my hand and pulls me to the sink. She is all thumbs with an electric male shaver, yet I am as smooth as a baby’s ass.
She takes my hand and leads me into the shower. My hand is slapped as I reach for a washcloth.
Vickie is annoyed with me, “This is my job. Mistress was very clear on my orders. Please don’t do anything to get me hurt.”
She washes every square inch of my body. My chest and cock got plenty of cleaning. She uses a … sigh … lavender … body wash. That is for mom and Jane. My hair is cleaned twice, and Jane’s conditioner is used.
I dare not reach for a towel; my hand has been slapped enough already. Deodorant, aftershave, and hair combing are all performed. She even dried my toes. Never have I ever been dried so thoroughly. On the inside of my closet door are the clothes for me. I step into my boxers, then I step into my pants. Zipped up, buttoned, but no belt. The shirt is next. Her breasts bump into me pleasingly several times as she helps with the shirt and buttoning. Finally, the tie is around my neck, tied, and straightened five times.
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