My needy cunt twitched and my nipples poked hard at the front of my shirt, while my other hand instinctively rose to the occasion tweaking and rubbing...my sensitive nipples and freeing my pleasure cries. Shifting forward in my seat, I began to finger my clit, circling it as waves of pleasure washed over my body. I hoped against hope that Gabrielle would show mercy and relieve me of my pent up sexual tension, but I guess she was having way too much fun to let me off so easily. All she said was. This week I also had a little visit to my usual underwear supplier.When I got to the hotel next time I was quite early, but Gareth was there already and reminded me that he wanted me to have plenty to drink. I reassured him that I hadn’t forgotten and that I was already feeling in need of a pee, but not desperately. I went into the loo to get changed as Gareth began opening a large hold-all and taking out towels. I wore a rather nice matching set of red satin undies: tie-sided panties,. I call in several members of my development team forprogress reports and in a couple of instances make it clear that greatereffort is required if we are to succeed on schedule. My attitude andappearance leave them in no doubt of the consequences should they fail toachieve my laid out objectives. Within a fortnight my team have come upwith a first class schedule of development and I give the go ahead to putthe project together. I know many of them have burnt the midnight oil toachieve this. Holding a disposable cup of coffee in my right, I looked around and recollected the recent events in my mind. His desk was untidy and had several damaged PDDs, bits and pieces of writing utensils. stacks of pseudo paper and several cups, mugs and similar containers of coffee and Pertharian food.There were pictures of Pertharians in Marine Uniforms and pictures of Marines in Destroyer suits on the walls. A Union Marines flag on one side of the office. It came to no surprise to me, Pertharians.