Lots of people liked the new stuff, but old school was a lot cooler.I set my PDU aside and my crucifix phone with it, my pink meth and the stim I was ...aving. I had clothes, old and new. I had some panties, a g-string, and another skirt, a lace bra with tiny cups, since I didn't have any tits. A tight little blouse with real buttons and everything. My old red hipsters, t-shirts and socks. Boxers. A sexy little silk camisole and a boy's leather harness with a g-string pouch just big enough for my. Yes, I know what your thinking, aren’t assistants always fit with a nice rack, but she’d had her kids young, looked after herself and goes to the gym every week, if you where there you’d have given her the job as well. We sat quite close together, and got on really well, I had to walk past her to get to the filing cabinets and every chance to catch a look down her top or in between the buttons on her shirt for a glance at what bra she had on today I took with relish; fuck me she. Still massaging the her expanding clit, I slid a second finger into her. She began to push against my finger and once again her breath came faster but for a very different reason. I resisted the temptation to rub harder and faster, instead keeping up a steady rhythm that she could match and she still beat the temp she seemed to want with her hand on my penis. My hand began to ache as I kept this up but all of a sudden she let go my cock, grabbed my arm and clamped her legs together trapping my. I wouldn’t say that she dressed particularly provocatively but with my hormones any cleavage was plenty! And when she would sit and cross her legs, causing her skirts to raise, any sign of garter was enough to keep me from learning anything all period!As you have most likely gathered I was quite infatuated with her body ( getting to know someone’s personality not really being an issue back then ) And we were now into the second half of the year, I think by now Mrs Doe had caught me a few times.