When I fire someone, I make it worth my while! My gofer fucks up my coffee- again- so I subject him to numerous indignities. He sure can crawl to pussy- this company is run by pussy- but he doesn't know what to do with it! He is subjected to scissorholds from my powerful thighs and smothering under my satin dress. Sometimes, both at once. I don't like the way he breathes or the temperature of his breath. I take my time working him over before he slumps to the couch. What did him in? My thighs, my satin dress or my hand over his mouth? You decide.