I had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the dildos moving in and o...t of me, the sweat running down my body and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully. She smiled heavily, looking me up and down adding "Good girl" she said,adding "I know you love wearing a corset..." she smiled, adding "...andI like a 'girl' of mine to be tightly corseted!" she smiled again,looking me up and down saying "My, you look quite delightful my dear andI really love the fact that you've been in 'girl' mode since yesterdaylunchtime!"Fuck! She called me 'girl' and said 'a girl of mine'! But I loved it!After taking her coat and leading her through to the kitchen, I. Paul tapped on his door and he opened it and held it for us. We walked in and he waved his hand towards the two chairs in front of his desk. We took our seats and he sat down in his chair behind his large, wooden desk. There were two stacks of personnel files on his desk. One with the five files of our co-workers in it and the smaller stack with just Paul's and mine. We hadn't been working here all that long and our files were much thinner than the others.Doyal didn't say a word. He picked up. I told her it was nothing. I had just heard some stuff, but I didn’t want to make her mad by asking, so that we should leave it be. This really piqued her interest, and she began to insist that I ask her… I decided then and there that I would break off our casual flirtation. I told her it wasn’t important. She got really playful, her eyes lighting up with mischief, and she started poking me, and tickling my sides. She pulled out her pouty face. Still I refused to tell her. The more I refused.