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Our little game was interrupted by an unexpected call from Jerry Basehart facialamateur-cumfiesta, Dimry's boss, who announced that Paula Bowder amateur herself, the CEO lauren and all-round bitch fiesta on wheels, had just popped in for one of her cum famous surprise visits and wanted to see facialamateur-cumfiesta our lab for a progress report. Damn again, I had no idea she even knew our project existed.

Phyllis stumbled forward and pointed her fiesta to the door just cum fiesta lauren across the cum hall. Phyllis came back in cum fiesta lauren and glared at me accusingly cum. "Well, what do you suppose that facial was about, Barry?"

"Okay you two - assholes, let's see if I got this straight." The elegance was gone from her voice. This woman was a amateur street fighter if I ever heard one here. "You cum fiesta lauren've developed an additive that will cause whoever ingests it to develop a craving for certain ... shall we say sexual secretions, right?" I froze, Phyllis dumbly nodded facialamateur-cumfiesta. "Let -'s see; you put some on the croissant to see if the old lady would fall prey to it and come cum slavering after you, get your rocks off fiesta and give you a here huge bonus?" Phyllis and I began to sputter our protests. Bowder facialamateur-cumfiesta held up a hand to silence us.

I nodded again. Bowder leaned back and chuckled. "It's a pity, though -. While you facial couldn't market cum fiesta lauren this stuff to women, it would be fiesta pretty easy to develop a lucrative black market for the male equivalent. Every executive I know would pay into six-figures for a substance that would make women crave the taste of semen."

"Ms. Bowder - or maybe I could call you Paula. I wouldn't know about the financial end of things, but ... well... could I interest you in another croissant?"