I know, I know. I shouldn’t have even gone into the office. And once I was in there, I shouldn’t have looked at the papers. And once I looked at t...e papers, I definitely shouldn’t have picked up the answer key. But I did all those things. And as I was standing behind Benjamin’s desk, holding the answer key, the door opened.“Oh. Are you waiting for...” Benjamin trailed off as he realized what I was holding. “Is that the answer key for the midterm?”“Y-y-yes, but it’s not what you think!” I. "It's not bad either. Here we have good food, good drink. I don't haveto work or even think," she giggles. "You should enjoy it. It's likeeverybody say. Look at the bright side!" I swear that I have to controlmyself to not kill her. Here I am wearing a white 'hello kitty' top atight tiny short and again the pink sandals in a day I performed twoblowjobs and knew I'll have dance classes and will study to become amanicurist. In this exactly day, this dumb girl decides to give me sillyadvices. I. Another thing — you have been the driving force behind this entire situation. You have been on it like a duck on a june bug since the day I told you about Steve and Marsha. You initiated the role playing. You were the one who drug the chair over to the bed, started using a dildo as a mystery lover and it was you who asked me if I was ready to try it for real. You were the one who had the plan ready when I asked how we could do it. You picked out the lounge we went to and given the ease with. Every time I moved, and the chair creaked, she let out a little gasp, or moan. I smiled to myself. For many girls, the stint in the corner would have gotten boring after about 2 minutes. She'd been there for 20, now, and I could strongly smell her arousal, filling the air with her scent. WHen she moved, there'd be a small puddle under her. Being ignored, especially as I hadn't yet agreed to use her, triggered her need for degradation and humiliation.With a loud, put-upon sigh, I finally.