No company picnic is complete without forming two lines and running a spit-roast train on the boss. At least, that’s how it worked at Maya’s company. She’d made sure it was worked into the contract of every single one of her male employees that they were required to attend all company picnics and to participate in the ending spit-roast gangbangs.
Some were a little slow to adjust, but they eventually got into the swing of it, and it really made the company a tight-knit group.
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