After
a bit of day-dreaming about slim gypsy looking girls, I was on the phone at
work when the spotty boy from the post room delivered to me a jiffy bag. He’s
sweet enough and he hung about between my desk and Lora’s as she teased him
about his sexlife.
With
the handset cradled under my chin I looked over the packet trying to work out
what it was and then tore it open.
A
four inch latex butt plug thumped out onto my desk in full view of my friend
and the boy from the post room. Lora looked surprised, the boy looked amazed
and I blushed scarlet in front of the whole office. I have never been so embarrassed
in my entire life. And it was made all the worse when I saw Paul peering
through the venetian blind in his office, laughing raucously at his own clever
joke at my expense.
Sometimes
I hate him.
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