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Literature
Webcam Stuffer Pt. 3 (Contains vore and stuffing)
In a tall glass corporate spire that overlooked Anytown, USA, David Grace sighed and walked out of the elevator. Just another Monday, he thought. He was the CFO for WebVid, the parent company of the site where Sarah posted her stuffing blogs.
“Morning, sir,” his chipper red headed secretary greeted him, typing away as usual.
“Morning, Amy,” He really didn't know what she did. Throughout the day he heard the endless clatter of keyboard but when he asked for something urgent she was always dumbfounded and hadn't done it.
Once he settled in, he pulled his NewsJournal out of its sleeve. Yaw