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I'm supposed to be working. I've brought in an extra employee so I can cyber and surf the web. Being the boss rocks sometimes.
So I have four msn windows open. I'm casually flipping between them as I write this. Each of them thinks they have my complete attention.
Window one...nineteen, thinks he wants to marry me. As long as I type "kiss" and "I love you" every five minutes, he is satisfied.
Window two...forty-something in the closet male, who acts out his fantasies in a not so subtle way by pretending I'm wearing a strap on and he is giving me a blowjob. I am curiously turned on by this.
Window three...18 year old girl. Playing with her sexuality, wants to cyber with a woman. She is more interested in typing out the whole scenario, so an occasional "mmmm" or "oh yess" from me is doing the job.
Window four...yet another guy 14 years my junior, wants to call me mom and fuck me. I told him I was on the phone and I'd be right back. I'm not. And I won't be.
Reload.
Reload.
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