There's nothing like warehousing to get Linsey in the mood for her break time. No worries about how LDM spends her two fifteen minute breaks in this hot, grungy warehouse. There are labor laws to follow and obey. Now try to picture working for a company with Miss McKenzie in shipping and receiving. You'd never get any work done thinking about what's going on back there all day. After taking inventory all day and typing the data into a computer, and other sweaty chores, and screaming at the guys in shipping, Linsey finds a box that fell off a truck. A Doc Johnson truck. There's some kind of gizmo in it and she goes off to a secluded section to try it out, away from the prying eyes of the shipping guys. Be careful, Linsey! The risk of carpal tunnel syndrome from these devices is ever-present, so its use is limited to short periods of time. No one wants LDM incapacitated. Good thing the shipping boys didn't spy her pleasuring herself. They would have probably run to the mensroom and jacked, the filthy yobs. Hey, a girl's gotta take some down time now and then in the course of a work day.
