I have a couple of good restaurants, and a couple of restaurants that need some help, But we’ll get better with time,” he says to me. “And what is your name?” I ask. “Dean McMillian,” he tells me. I look him up on the system and he’s second from the bottom in masturbating virtually every category that we measure. “Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you’re not doing well. Your district is second from the bottom in all the measurable things that we look at,” I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing. “Does anyone else have any information about their districts?” I ask the room. No one says a word. “That’s pierced what I thought. So, here’s my new plan. We the exception of Mr. Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day action plan. Either fix your districts or find a jerking new job,” I say to the room. Two sets of keys are tossed into the middle of the table and two guys stand up and begin to walk out. “Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much easier,” I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building. “Anyone else want to toss their keys into the center of the table,” I say. However, I see another two guys stripping that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says, “Yeah, I’m not going to bust my ass only for you to toss me out the door in 90 days,” he says as he tosses his keys into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn’t even stop at his desk; he just keeps on stepping out the front door. “That makes three, anymore?” I ask. The room is silent. “Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Williams?” I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and walks out into the main room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face. “Mr. Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Williams, and Donna Mayfield,” he says to me. “Ladies, there have been three openings in our district for three new hand hopefully hard-working district managers. stud Are all three of you willing to take on the job of being a district manager?” I ask. “Sir, are you kidding us?” One of the ladies asks. “No, I’m not kidding. And if you prescheduled appointments before you got here, you could probably pierced fill your dance card for about four days, pretty well. Whatever it is, all I know is I am calm and clear-headed. jerking He was a spiteful bastard, and no doubt considered his disrespect to be a proud act of defiance. We trained the more than 90 employees Tuesday, Wednesday, and then Thursday morning, leaving to catch the early afternoon flight back to Minneapolis. Derek smeared masturbating shave gel over his hand again then pressed it to her pussy. “Well stripping you’re not that good at that. Mel slumped in her arm chair. I'm confused as to why you have locked the door but before I can think about it too much you look at me and say, "Not there, up at stud my desk!" Taking advantage of her stunned disposition, Ian lifted one of his legs over her so he was straddling her. Clint's dick was just in my pussy.