I wriggled around on the chair, trying to get comfortable, but I had no success. I had to pee and there was no escaping it. I knew that if I messed up...my clothes any further, or left anything on the chair when we left, I would be in real trouble. Mistress isn’t mean or cruel, but occasionally she likes to see me in real distress. If I did something that I knew she didn’t want, I wouldn’t put it past her to lay me over her legs, right here in Bloomies, lift my skirt and spank my thong covered. I was forced to spank her harder than usual, but not too hard, because we were both worried our sounds of lust would reach out to the busy workers at their desks on the other side of the thin office wall. Some of them were bright young females, who could put two and two together and come up with suspicions of a kinky “over the desk” episode behind a closed door. Those nubile young things with their filthy minds could sniff out a kinky scene in a blink of the eye.Fortunately, my pressure on her. "Let it be your big finish."He understood and drew the attention over to himself, announcing something about due dates. My orgasm tore through me as I struggled not to shake too much. I pretended to shiver and crossed my arms over my chest. The voice of Mr. Davis droned on and I couldn't comprehend what he was saying while my euphoria pummeled through me. It finally calmed down so I could stand and walk behind his desk. He finished talking and the students took out their laptops, which I. So I went towards them with a smile ... there were two youngsters playing near the front walk, just short of the entrance to this house. Things looked a little unkempt there, and the front yard was up to about three inches. I said HI to the Wife, who immediately fired back, "Well HI YOURSELF" The husband was taking some boxes out of the station wagon in the driveway, and looked at me as if to say "where the hell are you going". The wife was walking out to meet me. She said "I'm Christy Anne,.