But I managed to avoid having to leave my cube and move around the office. Whenever I had something that had to go to someone else's desk, instead of ...aking it myself I imposed on one of my visitors to drop it off. Even though I stayed at my desk, every man in my section of the office had gotten a very good look at my legs by the end of the day. I constantly had to pull down on my dress to keep my crotch covered. I had never been as aware of my sexuality as I was that day. As a result, my. Then she kissed his neck and moaned in his ear, "Daddy, I'm soaking my panties. I'm going to take them off." That's not a very good idea, Paige," he admonished her, trying for an authoritative tone of voice, but managing only a quivering whisper."Pleeeeeeasssssse Daddy," she groaned, "I hate how my panties when they are this wet. They just stick to me." Paige," he protested weakly. She ignored him, stepping back. With wink, she pushed her shorts and panties to the ground at the same. "That's gross," she said before giggling as farts started coming from both sides of her. "Hey Suz, any requests? Maybe Yankee Doodle?" I said as I started playing the first few notes with my butt. "Awe cool!" Joey said. "Let’s do Row, Row Your Boat. You start, then I join." "Okay.. But I'm not sure I can get us to do a whole verse. I was lucky to get Yankee Doodle to work." "Come on guys..." Suzi pleaded. "I'm trying to concentrate here..." "Heh. Well, hang on a sec anyway Tim. I'm starting to. I merely ran my finger possessively over her upper chest waiting for desire, fueled by her inability to stop the duct tape or escape, to overcome anger. Amy's expression suggested she knew exactly what I was waiting for, but knowing that I had that sort of power over her just aroused her further.With Amy finally silenced and securely restrained I leaned back in admiration running my fingers down over her bra, past her perfectly flat stomach and over the edge of her thong. Letting one finger.