. "And
unbutton your pants". In a louder voice, you begin to talk to me about some
dot and where I have gone wrong in preparing it. One or two colleagues
assing by smile knowingly and sympathetically at me as I sit there
blinking like a fool.
The ands are so ued that it makes me hesitate, but I know better
than to disobey so with slightly trembling hands I begin to undo my belt
buckle and theton at the top of my pants.
"Faster ime, bitch" you hiss under your breath. "Or I swear I' ll make
you cum in your pants and walk all around the office all day with cum
stains on your crotch."
I nod in fear, my eyes not meeting yours, but my treacherous cock jumps at
the threat.
"Now lean forward, as if you' re studying the reports."
As you tinue lecturing me on the reports, your left hand slips down my
bad into my loosened up trousers. "A bit more, bitch" you order me as
your shoulder nudges my own forward. I obey, allowing your hand to reach
past my shirt-tails and into my asscrack.
"Hmm.. this wouldn' t do," you murmur. "Undo your zipper all the way."
I let out a low whimper of protest as you effectively order me to undress
in a room full of people, but I do nothing but obey. My little cock
twitches violently ihe lacy girl pahat you ordered me to wear
for the day.
Once my zipper is undone, you push your hand deeper into my pants, slipping
it uhe elastid of my pao cup my left butt-cheek. After a
few seds of massaging my globes, you reach further in, running your
index and middle fingers down my cratil they are positioned just
outside my her entrahen, in one smooth motion, you hook your
middle finger and stab it into my boyt, elig a startled gasp from
me. You push the thick digit in as far as you , whi that position
means only up to the sed knuckle. A passing colleague l