At the time I was living in the USA, and after getting hired by a large, international accounting firm, the first thing that the company did with me, and the other new recruits from the surrounding states, was to ship us all off to a country retreat for a week of orientation. The prospect of five days at a luxury resort in the woods was what had made me decide to accept the Firm's job offer over the three other offers I'd received upon graduating from high school.

            So, bright and early one Sunday morning, I piled into one of a number of chartered buses with my fellow trainees, and headed for the hills. I sat next to another girl, Morgan, and we got to talking and eventually decided to share a room together at the hotel-resort complex. She was a hot-looking babe, with long, straight, black hair, a pale, fresh-faced complexion, crystal-clear blue eyes, and, most importantly to an avowed tit-woman like myself, she sported a pair of jugs that would've put Jayne Mansfield to shame.

            "This place is gorgeous!" Morgan squealed after we checked into our five-star accommodations.

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