DASD-681 [Reducing Mosaic] – I Can’t Tell My Husband. My Job Is To Be A Complaints Clerk. Eimi Fukada

“Are you trying to kill me? You want me to eat a hairpin?” I work in the complaints department of a food company. I went to the complainer’s house and apologized many times, but he suddenly said, “This will cause a big problem.” He suddenly made me take off my clothes and kneel down on the ground, and apologized naked, saying, “If this will solve the problem,” and then he demanded a blow job, saying, “Your hygiene is not good enough.” I made up my mind to take it in my mouth, thinking it would be for the good of the company, but the next day I was contacted and told that he would spread it on social media… “The husband saw his wife feeling good with someone else…”

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