On Thursday morning, when I arrived at work I went to see
Paul. I had a present for him. The Model has a side line of selling her worn knickers
to sad bastards on the internet, and she gave me a free pair of panties to give
him as a thank you.
All day he sent me suggestive texts and emails. When I
received them I looked across the office and saw him inhaling the scent of her
cunt from the fabric.
At the end of the day he invited me to stay late.
I walked into his office and sat in his chair. He watched
me as I took my knickers off and I opened my legs.
“You
can’t fuck me Paul”, I said,
“You can’t fuck me until Alice can watch you fuck me up the arse, but you can
go down on me if you want to”.
He obliged, and sat on the floor masturbating as he did it.
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