She knew she fucked up. "That will double the punishment Mr. Jones suggested, my dear. I really don't think you will be sitting down for quite some ti...e." I walked around to the front of the desk and took out the thick leather belt from the drawer. "You may scream and cry but don't you dare remove your hands from that desk" I ordered. "You will count each stroke and thank me. Failure of either or both will require us to start over again and I have more time than you have ass so I highly suggest. I moaned gently in her ear a she rubbed my pussy lips harder and harder while tracing her tongue along my neck and collarbone. "O-Oh fuck, right there. Y-Yeah...ugh...fuuuuck yeah..."My clit began to get harder and harder as I began to rub against her. She was making me feel so hot and wet, I thought I was going insane. She slid her other hand down my jumpsuit and began to grope my breast and twist my nipples. I was hesitant at first but I found myself sliding my hand down her pants and rubbing. ‘Not a problem love! Lead the way… Oh sorry, the name’s Dave by the way.’ I said to introduce myself. Yeah yeah, I know. Dave from London. Shut it, I didn’t pick the name. ‘Nice to meet you Dave. I’m Charli… Charli XCX. Heard of me before?’ * * * Truth is, I hadn’t. Don’t listen to too much commercial radio or pop music since a few years back. More off a non-mainstream music fan but I can appreciate the classics, and I can sure appreciate a gorgeous woman when I see one. Turns out that. My first break happened around 10am and I would eat my snack and sit down around my work area. Sometimes a local might be walking by and start up a conversation and many times would keep me past my break time. It was my second week working at this paint shop and I notice many events that happen around my work area and I had been whistled at by a girl on a vespa. I don't remember meeting her or even talking to her but the funny thing is I remember that vespa. Later that day a cute girl rolled up.