" "Your skirt is caught on the plug too." "Oh, God." Quickly flipping it free, I sat on my towel, and winced as the plug pushed deeper. My skin was...tingling all over and my poor clit pulsed as I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. Johan stood over me, peeling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to me. Folding it like I always did, I realised I was squeezing my thighs together, crushing my clit. "Take your clothes off. I want to see that bikini." I bit my lip. "In a minute? Please. Whatever the punishment, it was worth it. After all, what is it they say…’if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime’ !Stockings, undoubtedly. Not tights. The book on the suspenders versus hold ups was amassing a tidy sum. The lads and, it is rumoured, at least one lass, on the 2nd floor offices each adding 50p a week to the beer kitty just for the pleasure of a few moments drooling, sorry careful studying of the boss’s thighs as she strutted through the open plan offices. The big money on. "I guess that is a perk of sorts. Thanks for not being an asshole about that by the way." She was grateful more because it meant she got to be in that elevator with him than because she didn't want to get reemed out. "Not at all, but you still haven't answered my question." Sorry?" She was genuinely confused"What were you in such a hurry to get to? The urgency now seems to have worn off completely." It had. What she was rushing off to now stood beside her. Gabriela could feel her heart. A generous expanse of the swell of her right breast was exposed. I couldn’t believe my luck, nor did she appear to have noticed. With no move to cover her nakedness I gazed at her boob and felt my cock begin to press hard against my dressing gown. I lowered the tray to hide it as best as I could and quickly sat on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap to restrain myself. As I sat, she shifted until she was comfortable and, as luck would have it, her nipple popped out. While she.