On the following Monday, my boss comes over to me. I briskly walked past Sarah and, claiming I was sick, went home. I wouldn’t last ten but maybe five… “ok…”
“Great!” Greg’s hand immediately grabbed my mons, pulling it slightly. I didn’t like them but it was my job to keep them happy. And they got all the attention. Earl’s finger is now all the way in. I named my favorite “The Player”. And yet, exciting. He seemed to like me more. The attention turned me on. His fingers trace my lips, my soft, pliant skin yields to his rough calluses. He runs a single finger back up my slit, holding it up. Do it while wearing something just a little slutty.”
With the annual summer heat wave hitting I started wearing sun dresses. It glistens with my juice in the muted light. I still felt pretty weird so I looked around for my boss to leave with him.
