hand, and with the other Akiko Yada undid a couple of buttons on her uniform blouse. Close quarters with Greg had made Akiko Yada's perspire even more, and even the little air that entered Akiko Yada's bra felt good. She turned back up, and continued talking. "And over here," Akiko Yada said as she stood up. As Akiko Yada did, she ran her long fingertips along the bulge in his jeans. She moved on down the line, as if nothing had happened, but Akiko Yada swore Akiko Yada heared a small gasp from Greg. She smiled to herself. Work can be fun, Akiko Yada thought, and stifled a giggle. Her manager had often made passes at her, by using that line, one that Akiko Yada obhorred. Until now. How funny that Akiko Yada's manager's line could be used here. She bent over once more, except this time, Akiko Yada didn't kneel. Her ass jutted out at Greg, who was pinned against the tall shelf behind him. If
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