I know they'd like to get some of me but I try not to do much fucking around the office. I try to limit my 'exposure' at the office.However, that chan...ed dramatically one Saturday when I dropped by to finish up a few quick things and went in wearing jeans.Now, I always wear a dress or skirt during the week. Ben, one of the guys I have stripped for but not fucked, immediately got on my case about it."Shit, Angie, what's this with jeans? Hardly professional." Ben, it's Saturday, big deal." It's a. ”Feeling relieved that it was the important call he had been waiting for, he asked, “When did they arrive?”“They are getting out of the lorry now. So I reckon you’ll have an hour or two.”“Perfect. I’ll let you know when we’re about to engage.”“No! You can’t contact me! I’ll know when you’ve succeeded.”Taken aback by the ferocity of the reply, Lunn grunted, “That’s fine with me too. Speak to you later.”He hung up and decided to call John immediately. John answered right after the first ring with. The next thing I remember was them showing me their stock , asking me my opinion ie what I liked etc I commented its hard to tell really untill they are worn as to the shape & cut etc colour / compaired to hair colour complexion etc .It started to get like a real job interview again they showed me the dresses trying them on seemed like they were having fun too all 3 of them , especially the quiet one that questioned me.Out of the 3 she semed like she was the spoiled bitch type allways got what. Nothing made any sense, least of all her reflection.Sometime during the next few minutes, she’d fallen asleep, awakening two hours later from a strange dream. A vivid dream of violence, power, and control. A dream she not only embraced but reveled in. Clearly, she thought, as she poured water from the pitcher into the basin and cleaned her face, it’s my subconscious telling me that if I did it once I can do it again. Only this time I won’t stop until I have full power and control over all the.