my pants to resume the finger-fuck.
The sed time y your hand back out, you also do something that
chills me to the bones.
"Hey Steve," you call out to the guy who sits across the partition in front
of you as y your fingers closer to my lips. " you do me a
favour?"
"Yeah?" I see a flash of movement as Steve begins to stand up, and as I
feel the blood rush to my fa a hot flush of shame and indignance, I do
the only thing that crosses my mind at the time. I y eyes.
" you print out the monthly report from the old system?" I hear you say
as your fingers press against my lips, f it to open. You are pushing
really hard and I feel your body tensing up in a my
resistance. All sorts of thoughts are tumbling in my head as the reality of
the situation dawns on me. But right at the back of each thought is the
fear, the fear of what you would do to me if I disobey you now. So,
relutly, my lips begin to part, little by little allowing your finger
to enter my oral cavity.
"I need our boy here to pare the two reports," you tinue, putting a
notable emphasis on the word ' boy' . My mouth is now fully open and your two
fingers are pushing deep inside. "Oh yeah and print the annual reports,
too, in case those don' t tally as well," you say as you roll your fingers
around on my lips, urgio do my part. With my face surely still
flaming with humiliation, I begin to lid su them. Despite the
shock of being exposed in such a degrading mao a colleague, my cock
is now hard again and straining against the see- through material of my
panties, a fact cealed only by the position of my body against the edge
of your desk.
"Well... sure," I hear Steve say.
A few seds pass without a sound and I open my eyes, only to see Steve
staring at me. For some reasoher y eyes again nor look
away, so there