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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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