But it was too late. I heard Mr. Shaver’s chair creek as he leaned back, his heels hitting the desk, one bye one.“Continue, Miss Cranston,” he s...id. I heard him light up a cigarette.“Pete Townsend always feels me up in the elevator, sir. I---I don’t like it when he puts his fingers in me.”“That’s no excuse,” he said sternly, “Now take off those panties and come here.” Cool air rushed over me as I pulled the panties down, kicking them off with one heeled shoe. I walked to my boss’ desk and. "Get on with it," Kevin commanded, growing impatient.Chloe stole a huge breath. I must make this good, she told herself, turning away from the boys so her back faced them. I must make them cum quickly. I could be out of here a free woman by midday. The sense of joy gave her a newfound rosy glow.Running her fingers through the tangle of hair, Chloe rocked her head from side-to-side and shimmied her hips as if getting into a dance routine. Leaning forward, her peachy arse bobbled in the air, a. "Fucking tarts on the NHS for queers," Chalky said, "You ought to say about that at Council Johnno." What?" I asked."Make them screw tarts till they're cured," Al translated from complete bollocks to Al speak, "Sounds like a plan." On the NHS?" I asked."No get Sandra to do it," Al explained, "She complains she gets cold waiting for punters outside Timothy Whites and that."Old Sinbad comes over, I never knew his proper name, his lot had the corner shop up Hebden Road, "How you going to do that?". My arousal factor increased over the next few days. I became hyper sensitive to the loving touch of my lingerie. Whenever I thought about it, I got an erection. Every night before I went to bed, I was having orgasms in my lingerie.Chapter Eight - The Seventh DayI woke on the seventh day, remembering my appointment with the doctor. I did the usual morning work, feeling like dynamite again, and smelling the fresh perfume smell on my panties.I walked into the waiting room and signed in. There were.