| Would anyone believe that the beautiful woman sitting on this paint tarp on the floor is a certified arc welder? "It's true," insists Ashley, a tall, luscious dirty-blonde with a sculpted set of gams that go on forever. "I stand high above the city on a metal plank, welding steel pylons into the framework of an office tower. I love the fact that I'm creating something of value that will be here long after we're gone. To me, that's a taste of immortality." The only drawback to the job are the heavy, steel-toe work boots, which make Ashley's feet tired, hot and sweaty. "They're regulation-issued, for my own protection," she says, slowly running her hands down the smooth surface of her milky-white legs, pausing to massage the meaty curve of her calves. "It all makes me feel so…well, butch." She works her fingers against the graceful arch of her feet. |
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