It was the first day at Autumn's newly established SCORE Sperm Bank. Boy, was she excited. And so was the rest of the building. National Distribution Coordinator Bruce didn't mind donating his jack-slop since Autumn is the one who's requested it. Lucky boy. Unfortunately, just as Autumn was about to give Bruce a hand, his fucking beeper went off. Some freelance photographer had a bunch of questions that couldn't wait. Damn the luck! "That annoying bastard will pay dearly for this," Bruce vowed as he ran back to his office. So while Bruce tackled the phone, cursing and fuming over having missed the opportunity of a lifetime, Autumn went to work on her boobs and pussy, feeling sad and bad that she couldn't milk out the very essence of his virile manhood. And how was your day?