r office fucktoy has been our own little
secret so far. Surely you' re not going to show me off like this to the
whole department!
Almost shaking now, I turn the handle and slowly push the door open. The
meeting room is quite big, able to house up to 20 people at the same
time. The projector is already switched on, as is the air-ditioning, but
the room is empty. I close the door behind me and then take five steps
forward into the room. I turn then and fighting the fear in my mind, slowly
unzip my pants. I know that the bottom part of my tucked-in shirt would
mostly obscure the view of my exposed penis, but that still doesn' t help
should I ever o explain my appearance. I claim that I fot to
zip up after going to the toilet, but the embarrassment would still be
unthinkable.
I stand there waiting for almost five nerve-wreg minutes before the
door opens again, making my little balls shrivel up in panic before I hear
the sound of your voice. To my chagrin, you doer sraightaway, but
leave the door half-open as you talk to somebody outside. The thought of
that guy or anyone else passing by taking a peek into the room is enough to
make my heart beat loudly in my ears. However bad is the situation you put
me in, you always find ways to make it even worse. Despite everything, I
feel my cock starting to harden as my body responds to this callous
treatment of my dignity - or what little shreds of it that I have left. A
small voiside of me aowledges this. Yes, see how you' re actually
getting off on being treated like this? See how much of a slut you really
are?
Finally you ehe room, and without even glang at me, you make your
way to the far end of the table and sit down. You let me stew for a couple
more minutes before motioning me over, still without even once glang at
me. Obedient