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Would anyone believe that the beautiful woman sitting on this paint tarp
on the floor is a certified arc welder? "It's true," insists Ashley, a
tall, luscious dirty-blonde with a sculpted set of gams that go on forever.
"I stand high above the city on a metal plank, welding steel pylons into
the framework of an office tower. I love the fact that I'm creating something
of value that will be here long after we're gone. To me, that's a taste
of immortality." The only drawback to the job are the heavy, steel-toe
work boots, which make Ashley's feet tired, hot and sweaty. "They're regulation-issued,
for my own protection," she says, slowly running her hands down the smooth
surface of her milky-white legs, pausing to massage the meaty curve of
her calves. "It all makes me feel so...well, butch." She works her fingers
against the graceful arch of her feet. Ashley combats the feeling of being the lone woman welder in a crew of men by wearing her finest stockings underneath her coveralls. The sensuous feel of the lace brushing against her thighs sends chills down her spine. "I accidentally ripped my coveralls one day, and the guys discovered my secret! Now I get teased all the time, but it's okay. The foreman comes over after work to massage my feet with scented oil. Then he pushes both of my slippery soles together so he can fuck them. Not a bad trade-off, I'd say." Job benefits to be envious of, for sure! |
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