It took me back to my days as the restaurant ‘fixer’ for the major pizza company that I worked for. The one with the bright red trapezoidal roof. I spent years as one of their top operational managers. The company would move me from one location to another across the US. My job at each unit was an 18-month project. I would assess the unit unbeknown to the staff by becoming a customer at three different times. My choice of times usually: Friday or Saturday night (THE busiest nights of most every restaurant); then again on Sunday afternoon; and finally, a week day (often Tuesday). These three visits would give me a 360 degree look of what’s really happening asian with the unit. However, it wouldn’t stop there. I would look at other things such as the trash disposal, employee parking, outside lighting, handicap accessibility, and cleanliness of the bathrooms. My thinking has always been that all the advertising in the world won’t fix a customer’s perception. That comes from the unit itself. I ask for a piece of paper. I begin making immediate notes about re-organizing. One issue that usually defines how well a kitchen runs has to do with grouping, items together, such as all the carryout items (containers, napkins, plastic-ware, drink cups, lids, and straws) should all be found in one location and yet, it rarely done that way. Common sense, one would think, would make that an obvious choice, yet I have seen it numerous times things scattered all over a kitchen and even in the restaurant itself. I introduce myself and my gorgeous wife to the Chef and his sparse staff. I walk the kitchen asking him who organized the kitchen; how does he feel about the way it is organized; what would he have done different; and what plans he will have for increased business. The Chef answered all my questions ‘Politically Correct’. I would have rather him just answer in plain speak, not political speak. One question he did have was if he was going to get paid for the time the restaurant would be closed. “Of course, you will be paid as well as everyone else. However, I expect everyone, with you included, to work as a team getting this restaurant better.” I told him. In front of the Chef, I said to Ms. Hondo, “I would like everyone to be paid for a full 40-hour week, even if they usually work less than 40. I want this group to become a team.” “Yes, sir.” I saw Jill speaking to a couple of servers that had arrived ready to work, only to find out that the restaurant would be closed until Thursday. I could tell by their faces that they were unsure if this was a good move, or if this was the beginning of the end for the restaurant. “Ms. Hondo, lets finish our discussion outside before Jill and I leave you and your team to get to work.” “Yes, sir.” Jill thanked the servers for their hard work. One of the female servers hugged Jill before she followed Ms. Hondo and I outside. “Ms. Hondo, I want you to start interviewing a couple of assistant managers from your other units for promotion to this restaurant’s General Manager position. What concerns me is that this unit ranks at the bottom of the entire chain in several categories such as: profits, sales, turnover, and several other measurements. You get a P&L statement each period and yet your actions lead me to believe that you may be over your head being a district manager. I hope you prove me wrong, but you are now on our radar and we will be keeping an eye on your teams.” Jill followed up with, japanese “Ms. Hondo, what we are asking is very doable. Elsie’s pleading eyes warmed into a soft smile. I want your OK. C’mon, c’mon hurry up before it’s gone.” She says to me giddy as a child at Christmas. Unfortunately, he got to her in seconds, pulling her back by her waist like a rag doll. I grabbed Arlene by her hips and motioned her over the corner of the table. I’ve just never had someone like you before. There were two purple vibrators and a flesh coloured dildo. Was this why he was so low-energy? The down side for Mike, is that having a hot mom, means that you’re constantly hearing “you have a hot mom” from your friends, And he couldn’t get away from it either; because he has the nicest house of any of his friends, with a pool, big TVs, game room, and of course a MILF to ogle. As I went down the hallway, I saw different people doing different things. Anthony retrieved four water bottles from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Once the other two climbed in, the black SUV started to pull off, and I watched as my familiar home started to drift behind me, doing my damned best not to cry. Being on her own, not knowing where she was going to sleep or where her next meal was coming from had taken its toll. “You just wanna see my dick,” I teased. As I looked at the mirror, it was sort of like watching a movie, yet at the same time, the undeniable sensation of his cock driving into me made it clear this was real life. That decided her. My mouth was open wide and my tongue was out waiting for it. Though she was still sore and in immense pain Beth started to feel waves of pleasure flowing over her, she hated feeling this way, she’d rather feel the pain of being raped than have her brother make her feel this way, then suddenly it happened, “Ahhhh” let out Beth as a stream of juices came spurting from her cunt. The humans would eventually benefit by this, but at the present were very wary of any interstellar alien interference. You guys want to play, don’t you?” Shelley asks us. I’m going to cum. I was surrounded by corn somewhere south of a place called York. Quite frankly, I didn’t really know what to say to him since it had been such a long time. It was soft and velvety, much like skin. Was she just doing that for his sake, japanese or was he really making her feel good? It had to be some combination of humiliation, pain, and submission. Up above Belind was spending his load between her lips, wrapped so tightly around the tip of his asian cock that not a drop of his pent-up load could escape, instead letting it pool in her mouth, where, cruelly, Ariela wasn’t letting her swallow just yet, forcing her to swirl her tongue around his tip, coating her tastebuds in his seed, making her taste every drop.