He soon realised that by delegating just about all of his responsibilities off to the Petty Officers he could get away with about three hours work a d...y and then jump in his vintage MGB Roadster and fuck off into Chelmsford and nearby environs to pursue his favourite hobbies of drinking and shagging anything in a skirt.The more senior officers saw him as a young rogue sowing his wild oats and presupposed that once he had served his time in purgatory he would be given a suitable posting where he. There were orientation sessions to attend, forms to fill out, and computer accounts to configure.My desk was just outside Cheryl’s office. It still felt weird to be on a first-name basis with one of the most powerful executives in the world. Of course, she did tell me to cum on her chest within an hour of meeting me, so perhaps a degree of informality was appropriate.Liz, it turns out, had her own desk right down the hall. Her office was practically identical to Cheryl’s but without a waiting. In our store, it changes from week to week, and I’m the one who decides. Given my other fetishes, it often includes spandex or tight nylon in one form or another. I’ve got a small workspace off to the side of the cash registers , where I handle the usual day-to-day stuff that keeps a retail store moving. I’ve also got an ISDN line to the net and that’s where I get my fix of erotica whenever the mood strikes. And, the mood is pretty much always striking. From my desk, I look out over the main. Pulling you closer to me. Your back to my front. My breasts pressing into your back. Slowly my hands turn and skim the bottoms of your full breasts. My mouth goes to the side of your neck and softly sucks the spot where it joins your shoulder. Leaving a small red mark my tongue darts out to lick it soothingly. I can hear your breath catch with that small lick. My hands enclose your breasts just holding them there. I can feel your nipples hard against my palms pressing into them. Hard little.