And you.I stop at my office long enough to throw my purse on my desk and glance at the clock. 5:45am. Who am I kidding? I knew what I was doing. I...just didn't want to admit it to myself. My stomach grows queasy as I quickly glance at my face in the mirror on the wall and smooth my sweating palms down my tight knee length black skirt. Slipping off my single button jacket, I reach up and unbutton one button on my crisp white blouse. Then another. Then another. The swell of my heavy. "I wonder how many outfits Aunt Julie will be bringing?" You ask out of curiosity, in-between spoonfuls of cereal."Well..." Your father, Roger, began while sipping his coffee. "Given Julie's flair for fashion, I think the real question is how much did she have to leave behind." He finished jokingly, eliciting some laughter from your mother and yourself."I wouldn't be surprised if Julie agonized over what to bring with her," said your mother, Elaine, sympathetically in-between forkfuls of eggs. . “Looks like you are taking your own sweet time getting to office,” Miss Jenna remarked sarcastically.“M- Miss Jenna! I was just exploring the office. I reached the office 30 minutes ago,” I stammered to defend myselfMiss Jenna gave out a little giggle as I tried to convince her of my innocence. She assured me that she was just joking and there was nothing to worry about. I let a huge sigh of relieve as I sat down and Miss Jenna sat on my cubicle table right infront of me. She asked how I was. ”“Yes we are. Please can I put it in, just the head of it that’s all.”“It has a head? It doesn’t have eyes and a nose too?”“No, but it does have a little hole that looks like a mouth that my cum shoots out off. You need to look at it.”“I said I didn’t want to look at it.”“At least spread you legs like last time.”“OK.”“Thank you, doesn’t that feel a lot better?”“A little, why is all wet down there now? You didn’t spill any of your cum or sperm did you?”“No I can’t cum until I rub it on you for.