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I don't know why the internet isn't working. That's why I called YOU, obviously. Get under my desk and figure it OUT. My job is on the line here, which means yours is, too. You can't focus down there, can you? My feet and shoes dangling off the edge of my desk are just too distracting. Sigh, well, guess I'll have to make you cum so you can clear your head. Get your pants off and lets hurry this up. If you don't get everything working before the other office calls me back, you're fired. As a matter of fact, I'll fire your wife, too. Better speed up and cover these toes with your cum.