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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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