That explains a lot. “Uh, wait a sec, this is all moving too fast - look, just, no, wait! Keep your panties on, jesus!” She paused in mid-motion, ...anicured nails poised over the waistband of a tiny black thong, and raised her brow into a perfectly arched expression of are-you-fucking-kidding-me. “Are you chickening out?” “No, I just... look, let’s do this in the bedroom.” Way to go, champion. Getting flustered by an 18-year-old virgin. Her expressive face melted into a mixture of annoyance and. “Is this your first festival in Heidelberg?” my mistress asked. “No one is wearing a costume, and I’m starting to wonder what is going on.” “Have patience”, laughed Angelika. “It will be worth it. To answer your question, yes, I’ve been here before. This festival cannot go without me. I’m the most important person here, besides Martin.” “Why so?” “Because of this.” Angelika pointed to a large, cupboard box next to her knee. She put it carefully right before us, and opened the box. Sharp ,. I had to sit or fall my legs could not hold me.What was I going to wear / Would he like me? All this ran through my mind as I sat there.Working temp jobs is hard but I enjoy them, they never get old or boring. I have dreamed and fantasized about the man that is going to be my boss. I felt my thighs tremble my nipples grew hard my pussy started to get wet.Lance Castwell is his name! A CEO of a marketing company he has climbed the corporate ladder rather fast , people look up to him ,fear him,. After about an hour I had enough and decided to stop for a cup of tea. I sipped my cuppa and hand rolled a fag, then I heard a sight sound, where I sat in the boiler room, I was completely out of sight from the doorway. It was probably one of the snotty kids finding the door unlocked and decided to investigate.I turned the corner and no it was that big busted girl, the one with the long blonde hair, what's her name, Bridget, that's right Bridget. She was lighting up a fag herself, stunt her.