Mater Rutherford had my things moved here yesterday.”“No need,” I waved her off, stepping into my shoes. They were custom made; italian leather ...ppers, but with non-slip soles. It had been too long since I wore them. I shrugged on my jacket, but decided against a tie. It was good to be properly dressed again; I drew a deep breath and felt confidence surge through me. I looked back at the silently crying girl licking up my urine and felt my cock swell against my silk boxers.“Let’s go see. He tried to move but fond himself frozen ... awaiting a command - something which gave him a fresh excitement.Helen grinned victoriously as Lloyd’s eyes took in the approach of a sneering Kay and two ominously hooded women. Gone were the tight slacks and petit blouse, which were arousing enough to invite his sexual appetite; Kay now wore a tight leather skirt and knee length black tall heeled boots, a black lacy top expressing her large breasts to their full feminine extent, the nipples poking. It was 8:30 exactly when I arrived at my cubicle. I was admittedly proudof it and had even decorated it a bit, with a small postcard of a sunflowerand a snapshot of me and some college friends. I hadn't had a cubicle sinceI had been demoted from my accountant's position years ago, but as a PA I wasentitled to one. I had never thought I'd have one again, and had resigned myselfto the anonymous little desks you are assigned in the Secretarial Pool. I slippedmy tupperware salad lunch container in. " She looked at him fondly for a moment. "Do you?"Huh? She was changing tracks in this conversation faster than he could keep up. "Do I what?" Have any regrets? About me? Or what's happened."Ben deliberately misunderstood. "Do I have any complaints about what's happened here?" He snorted. "Don't get me started."She wasn't letting him off that easily. "That's not what I meant."He sighed. "I know." He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Dammit, didn't she know how hard it was for.