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With one hand, she would position the mug of boiling hot java in the splash zone for the nutbutter firing hose that she would simultaneously aim and stroke. She couldn’t afford to so much as get near the rim of the cup; every sticky rope of her spunk had to ‘kerplunk’ right into the steaming hot vat of caffeine – among other things. A roulette wheel of different thoughts spun round and round as the vengeful secretary came to the conclusion of the ‘coffee brewing’ process. The wheel would land on one of about four different mental images. One image she had grown fond of was seeing Felicia slurping down the potent concoction of caffeinated jizm while Gretchen savored the moment she could, hesitating before departing her office to watch. Another was the thought of, one day, informing Felicia’s well-established laundry list of corporate detractors, enemies, and conspirators that she had sucked down mugfulls of cum on the daily. Third, the transcendent moment of glory that was her boss’ compliment to her the day she first delivered the bean juice cocktail. “Mm-mh! Wow, Douglas, I didn’t know you were good for something – this is one of the best damn brews I’ve ever had. In fact, better Lesbian Sex yet, make it part of your routine in the morning to fix me one.” Gretchen would never forget the look on her satisfied customer’s pompous, arrogant face after complimenting her exemplary barista skills. Today, however, the fantasy that put her over the edge was the thought that, each day, her boss seemed to knock back the ceramic cum-caked container with more and more verve than the day before. It was subtle, but it was there. Yesterday, the distinct sound of a drained coffee mug hitting the mahogany desk pealed out before Gretchen had made it down the hall. 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