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Secretarial Duties

Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Mature, Author: jwpa17, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

royally fucked.” With that, she laughed aloud. The idea of having a casual sexual encounter was so unlike her, it was funny. She loved Bill, and couldn't imagine being unfaithful. No matter how horny she felt right now. And her fucking Mr. Krushank for a raise – that was even funnier. Her skirt was too tight to change stockings while wearing it, so she slipped it off. She took a moment to lift her top and admire her tiny waist, firm abs – not a six-pack, but she definitely had muscles distinctly visible – and long, shapely legs, firm hips, and smooth crotch. She was wearing a garter belt to hold up her stockings – she liked the sexy look and Bill agreed. She couldn't resist twirling a bit, dancing briefly before her desk. Why did Bill have to get d***k? It would have been such a special evening. She paused in her dance and gently caressed the thin silk fabric of her black g-string – another choice made with Bill in mind. Thinking about Bill and her imagined evening made her hornier than ever. She idly stroked herself through the fabric. Should she? Why not? The door was locked, she was going to be late anyway, and she could stand a little stress relief. She walked around and sat in her chair. At home, if she masturbated, it was usually in the shower or tub. Ummmm...she rocked back a bit and propped her legs on her desk, spreading them wide. Now in the shiny black evening shears, they looked really hot, if she did say so herself. That was better. Almost as comfortable as the ... tub. She used the forefinger of her right hand to tease herself with slow, circular motions. A little saliva as lubricant – there – oh, so nice. She just needed to … yes, she pushed the tiny g-string down, giving her fingers complete access. Now using two fingers, she continued the circular motion. She was starting to lubricate naturally. Very nice. It felt really nice, but she just wasn't focusing enough to cum. Probably the surroundings were too strange to completely let go. Just a few more minutes, then back to work. Ummmmm...she was definitely tense. Felt so nice... “Trish?” There was a tapping at the door. “Trish? Are you OK?” Mr. Krushank! What to do? She couldn't possibly get dressed...and the door was locked...whatever to do? “Yes, I'm fine. What do you want? I'm working,” Patricia cast around for her skirt. Ah – there! She picked it off the back of the chair and tried to step into it. Damned heels! Hard to balance. “I picked up some Chinese, Trish. Join me for a quick meal? Keep up your energy? Open the door for me, please.” There! She pulled her skirt up to her waist as she was walking to the door. “Here. I'm sorry. I didn't want to lose track of what I was doing. I don't really want to have any...Oh, how much did you get? Did you really think I eat that much?” Mr. Krushank had both hands full. He held a large plastic bag, obviously filled with small containers, in his left hand. His right hand held a six-pack of Sapporo. “I wanted to be sure to have something you ...