You never say a word, or complain in fear of being fired, but secretly enjoying it enough to occasionally show up at work without panties. Hoping that...I'll touch you that day. Finally giving into your urges, and straddling me in my chair. Telling me that I'm going to go down on her until you're satisfied or your're going to tell my wife. So, I've got a choice to make here. Act professional, and never touch you again, or do as you say. Straddling and kissing me with intense desire I can't help. The coffee will be fresh and the atmosphere friendly.’ I heard his soft chuckle as he said, ‘I’ll be there early. Good afternoon, Valentine.’ ‘Good afternoon, Warren.’ Friday, April 23rd, 7:20am ‘You weren’t fooling when you said early,’ I kidded as Warren sat in the chair across from me in our new meeting room. ‘How do you like the new offices?’ ‘Very nice. Very much in keeping with your style, Valentine. Clean, tidy, efficient, professional. Very nice,’ he repeated. ‘Thank you.’ This was. I took a shower earlier and cleaned it out. I'm ready to eat and be eaten after we have dinner," Gladys put an apron on so no hot splatters would hit her skin as she pulled the roast out of the oven with big mitts on her hands. "Do I look better in this apron or in the nude?" she had her dainty hands on her hips.Holly walked over to turn off the music then turned to her, "Definitely without the apron. You must be putting on a little weight because your tits look bigger." You think?" she hoisted. Slap, slap, slap, slap. Rhythmically, harder, softer, harder. She seemed to be twitching her hips upwards, as I slapped down. Well, if she wants it, I thought. So I slapped harder, harder. SLAP. As she started trying to finger herself, I pushed her hands away."No no no no, You don't get to cum yet. No, not for a while. The evenings early, and you have to last for it all. We are almost there. Get yourself put back together. Anyone who sees you will know how much of a slut you are, but at least.