At first when I got the call of getting accepted for the editorial's job, I wasn't too ecstatic, but that specific night, I dreamt about my boss, and ...ow handsome he truly was. He was 5'11 in height, broad shoulders, an athletic build and tempting green eyes to match his wonderful golden locks. "Laura...the boss says you need to say for overtime today, due to the things he wanted you to finish." my co-worker said. "what thi...? Oh! Yeah..I didn't get to save the application for this falls Vogue. "Do you want a ride home?" I asked."No, I'll just walk. The street lights are here to guide me," she replied.What the fuck is happening to my life, man?I started to fall, secluded in a deep depression. I thought that my uttermost dreams were going to come true, but I guess not.I went deeper and deeper into this docile and volaitile depression until I heard my blackberry ring.I picked it up and answered it."Hello?" I asked."It's Jane, are you alright?" Yeah, I'll just have to get past the fact. I often need to relieve myself, because I get so aroused. I cannot hide from my fetish. I think that’s why I took the job. The hardest part about the job is not getting found out. I really must keep it together. I work the evening shift, so I’m alone and can sniff shoes and jerk off when the store is slow. Recently, this very sexy woman came into my store. She was really something else. She had red curly hair that was very short almost like a bob. She lined her lips in red lipstick and. I tell you to keep drinking slowly till I tell you to stop, and as the glass goes back to your mouth I take one of your pussy lips between my fingers and start to squeeze and pinch. I smile as your spare hand grabs my arm as the pain makes you rise up onto the tips of your toes, and I see the glass move away from your mouth as you cry out, spilling water down yourself. My fingers release you and the tears come as the pain increases swiftly as the blood runs back in to your lips. I move my.