<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.pngkey.com/png/full/889-8891004_calling-girl-png-call-center-girl-png.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belinda Taylor<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Ambitious Workaholic<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Agent (Outbound Voice)<br/><br/>The pleasure as Tserin came up close and her breath tickled Belinda’s neck was somehow made more exciting and intense by the burning that Belinda felt in her breasts. She had no idea whether to complain about the stupid gel-filled bra that chilled dangerously and dramatically when it came in contact with water, or to thank the company for bringing her this close to such a sexy creature. She reckoned she could fit the entirety of one of Tserin’s boobs into her mouth, and she was keen to try it. That wicked gleam that had peeked out, and was then replaced with genuine concern? It would be good to see that again.<br/><br/>As her bra fell away, the pain reduced immediately and Belinda almost cried with relief. But her breasts still felt weird. She had no way of knowing that some of the gel from her padded bra was sticking to them, and that no harm (aside from reddened skin) had been done. All she knew was that they felt wrong, and she was scared.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to help, the screaming started. It sounded like three women threatening to kill each other at the top of their lungs inside a really loud nightclub inside a jet engine. Belinda yelled as loud as she could to get past the noise, and she couldn’t hear her own voice. And the sound seemed like it would go on forever.<br/><br/>How to ask for help? How to explain what she needed?  She couldn’t. And with whatever was going on with her shirt, there was no freeing her hands so she could help herself. The best she could do was to push her chest forward and move it around slowly, as close to Tserin’s face as she could manage. The generous handfuls of her breasts wouldn’t be too difficult to examine, could they?