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Is 6-7

Impatient, with an unspeakable anxiety for another day of preparing and serving tea for the employees' breakfast where I would certainly listen to everyone on the same subject - how was yesterday's game, and which team is better or has more points usually in an exalted discussion and ordering the other to suck - which gave me an impression of something extremely unnecessary that had already accumulated to the brim over all these years. I asked one friend to serve in my place so I wouldn't have to listen to them today, and I remembered the wonderful room of tools that everyone frequented and needed cleaning.

The broom glided nimbly across the floor as I threw it impulsively and resolutely into the empty trash can. I don't know why I did it, I just felt an uncontrollable urge and took the shovel full of dust and branches to it and dumped it at the bottom - and then i saw something glistening. I took out a interesting metal ring that gleamed between gold and silver and put it in my bag that was hanging on the hanger in the next room, and immediately heard my name:

-**, come outside!

Startled by the loud voice of the megaphone, I ran and my eyes blinked with the strength of the sun shining in the courtyard and sneezed, feeling the heat inside my uniform. It's +, one 30-something years employee who was gathering the others next to one of the trucks that was going to unload the garbage in the recycling container. He smiled at my sight and together with the others who were climbing into the container, he shouted without the megaphone:

-Good morning! Can you go to the truck cabin and when we give the signal, press the panel red button? We're going to have to make a concerted effort here.

-Just to press a button, don't you have something more interesting to do, huh? And I thought that the garbage was unloaded on the way back in the afternoon, how come there is already garbage in the morning?

-It's been stuck since yesterday, and we expect you to arrive today especially for press the button. If you want more fun, you can look at us in the side mirror!

I climbed into the cockpit and looked at the black dashboard - brands stickers, a pink rosary translucent and a pendant air freshener in the shape of a pine tree with the flag of the United States - in search of the red button that was shaped like a lever and was facing below, along with many others in different colors and shapes.

-You've found it? Now it's up to us until we give the signal, ok.

I made a thumbs up and winked at him. He put the megaphone aside and quickly went upstairs on the high edge of the container that was next to the truck's deposit, lifted by the hydraulic rods. In the mirror I saw tools pass from hand to hand and + at a glance had a big iron with hook. Excavators were operating right alongside hauling earth from a new hole for a mound next to the container, and one of the laggard employees passed beside the cabin towards the focus of the work looking ostensibly at me slyly, but didn't say anything.

I turned on the air conditioning. I kept thinking about the guy's look and what he'd like to do to me, and I wasn't sure I found him attractive, so I took another look at the rear view and paid attention to the others busy; I didn't know them well because most were newly hired by a high turnover system and therefore even if i had been there for 2 years at the company I couldn't have a deep relationship with anyone and became indifferent to passing faces. Until now.

One of them was tall, with strong arms, and he was next to another who wasn't so bad, the other two were normal and + have a nice face. He started talking louder in the middle of that hassle and my heart fluttered faster, a confused happiness sprouted when observing the red button. They began to descend from the container in a hubbub and I heard + exclaim handling the iron rod:

-A little more, it's almost there!

Then without thinking my hand lifted the button and i stayed without thinking about anything, looking into the void while hearing a scream. I regained my attention and calmly got out of the vehicle, seeing everyone laughing at + because he had jumped out of the container to avoid the rubbish dump and had fallen into the earth mound top - just as the excavator dumped an avalanche on top of him! Emerged on the top of completely muddy reddish-brown mound pushing himself up with the arms, and my face contorted with a weird smile and tics; a strange premonition took hold of me and made me excited with the anticipation.

He went to the bathroom to wash up and asked the strongest one if he could get another uniform. I calculated everyone's movements until they dispersed and when he left the line of sight inside the shed I immediately followed; couldn't think of anything else than see him clean up. Measuring speed not to alert but enough not to lose it before he lock the door i followed the footprints of the IPE shoe.

Without shame i walked coldly into the men's room and saw the stall door finish closing and i stopped, what now? The water gushed out of the shower so I ran and pulled the door as hard as I could, but it was unlocked and slammed against the wall, I grinned widely at him naked and surprised, the mud flowing diluted by the water and said:

-I will close!

I pulled the door and stepped into the shower with him in uniform and boots, I knelt looking into his eyes and shoved his entire flaccid cock into my mouth, stroking his balls. He groaned with his eyes half closed and continued to rub the mud off his body, as he quickly grew hard and filled my saliva-filled mouth. I held the two hands on her knees and it was as if i could feel the energy emanate from a light tingle, and instinctively I started squeezing his legs until I ended up concentrating the energy in the pelvis and then started to suck vigorously without being able to look into his face anymore - totally focused - and I felt his hand grab my hair at the back of my neck.

I could feel the vibration building as i squeezed his legs towards the balls, and so i proceed on sucking just the base with him hitting my throat, eager for swallow every drop. So I looked at him again and he was already clean, smiling; I made a sequence of one end to the other and I went back to the base lightly scratching the testicles so he gushed in violent spasms and shooking legs and I gasped slightly as I kept him pulsating. His sperm is ice cold.