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Life is good! A Sorcerer in Downtown Atlanta Chapter Twelve – First Day on the Job The following Monday morning, Dave entered what appeared to be an office building as unremarkable as any in the Atlanta area. He rode the elevator up in solitude, collecting his thoughts as he prepared for what awaited him. Soon, he arrived at one of the higher floors of the building babe and approached the security desk in front of him. “Name?” asked the guard. “Dave Brighton,” he replied. Glancing at the piece of paper in his hand, he continued, “I’m here to meet with a… Patricia Jenkins?” “Hold on.” Dave waited a few moments while the guard made a phone call to confirm his story was correct. A minute or two after the guard hung up, the security door behind the desk opened to reveal a short black lady with braided cornrows in her hair. “Mr. Brighton?” she asked. “Yes, ma’am.” “With me, please,” she said, holding the door open for him. As Dave walked with Patricia, he took immediate notice of her overall demeanor. She wore a business skirt and suit jacket and walked with supreme authority and confidence with every step she took. Her face, while showing no annoyance or displeasure, depicted a woman with a no-nonsense attitude. Dave surmised she had worked almost her entire life to attain the position she had. As they walked through the mess of cubicles, he took notice of the multitude of people hunched over their computer screens. He could have sworn he heard several individuals make reference to an “agency” of some sort. “Mrs. Jenkins, may I ask what this place is specifically?” Dave asked. Patricia gave a slight sigh at this. “I’d prefer you didn’t, but since you already have, this is a branch of the NSA.” Dave’s eyes went wide at hearing this. “NSA?” he whispered. “Do they… know?” “Of course not,” Patricia said, growing impatient. “As far as they know, everyone who works with me is part of a top-secret division that’s strictly on a need-to-know basis, which is pretty much the truth. Now, this blowjob way.” Dave followed Patricia down a hallway and to yet another Brunette security desk. Dave noticed that there was no door behind the desk, yet there was the same RFID reader on the wall that they had used to first enter the floor. After speaking with the guard for a moment, Patricia again used her ID badge on the reader. This time, the reader flipped up to reveal Hardcore a circular indention. When Patricia pressed her ring against it, Dave realized that it was reading her Channel. A moment later, a point pov of blue light appeared on the wall behind the desk and expanded into the size and shape of a doorway. “Woah,” Dave marveled. James groaned softly at her touch. His partner who had also stepped out if the car to pee returned to see him wildly gesticulating to a bloody, naked Indian woman in babe a woollen cape. My focus was on my friend, waiting for his reaction. She started to bounce up and down and it was getting difficult to stand up so she fell back into Hardcore the big stuffed chair. Cherry squeezed my hand, nodding her head. Meanwhile, pov Jim was using his thumb and forefinger to gently pump up and down on the long shaft of my clitoris, treating my clit as if he were jacking off a tiny penis. Amanda quickly composed herself and hurried by the tall blonde man without another word. It actually was an accident, of course, but anything was better than the blowjob truth Brunette in this moment. She kicked Wanda out and she had to move in with her employer. Watch my Mommy-slave devour my cunt. God, he sucked on them for ages while we dry humped, and god…his mouth felt sooo good on my nipples. Give it a listen, it’s a Thanksgiving staple for us old fucks. She turned to Becky. I smiled. Her eyes went quizzical once again, “Hmmmm… did I miss something?” Finally she came to a rest and she couldn’t speak, as she felt fuller than she ever had before.