Topic: Fun at the BakeryJust turned 18 and just got hired at a production bakery. Great pay and benefits. But I never expected that a year later I was known as the Supervisor's bitch to everyone at the bakery. The Supervisor of the bakery was a big strappin' man. 6' 4" with red hair and a heavy French-Canadian accent when he spoke. I have always been thin. You could even say that I am not very masculine. I have always been more attracted to men rather than a woman, but have never told anyone about my feelings. All of this started on the first day of work. I was in the locker room changing into my white clothes for work. Out of nowhere, I gaze up and there standing right in front of me was George, the Supervisor. He is so close that the huge bulge in his pants was less than a 1/4 inch from my mouth. I know he could feel my hot breath, soon that bulge started to grow. Neither one of us moved or said anything for what seemed like an eternity! All of a sudden, with a quickness, George had pulled out his huge cock, and was soon shoveing that sausage down my throat. I was amazed at how much I was enjoying participating in this perverse act. George had now picked up the pace and was really fucking my face hard.
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