1. Secretarial Duties


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

    liked. Let me by.” He pushed past her, seeming not to notice that her blouse was not tucked in. “Hey, I forgot to get chopsticks. Go to the break room and get some forks.” Patricia silently breathed a sigh of relief. She straightened her clothes as she walked to get the forks. Odd, Mr. Krushank's office was open. Should she close it? She decided she should and reached inside to the door handle to draw it closed. She glanced inside and noticed something odd. Mr. Krushank was visible on the monitor in his office! In fact, the monitor displayed her office, with Mr. Krushank arranging several small boxes of Chinese food. What? How? Then it dawned on her. There was a camera in her office! Mr. Krushank was spying on her! He must have seen her dancing, undressing, and masturbating! What the hell was going on here? She studied the image more carefully. The picture was probably coming from the webcam in her computer. He must have accessed her computer's webcam! Oh my God! She had masturbated spread wide in front of her computer just minutes ago! What a show he must have seen! Ew...Patricia suddenly felt uncomfortable. What should she do? This was too creepy. She suddenly wanted to talk with Bill. She was out of her depth here. She knew it wasn't right, but she wasn't sure what to do now, right now-no HR person around, those reports had to be done, should she say something now? Maybe she should leave. But she didn't like the idea of just leaving now. She was uncomfortable, but she ...
    didn't feel physically threatened. Oh, Bill, why choose tonight to get d***k? She decided to focus on getting her job done, and deal with this situation later. She closed the door, got the forks, and headed back to her office. “Alright, the gang's all here. Here.” Mr. Krushank handed her a bottle of Sapporo. “What do you feel like, moo shu pork? Roast duck? Yo choi with oyster sauce? Salt and pepper shrimp?” He seemed totally comfortable. Perhaps he hadn't been watching. Maybe it was some kind of office-wide security thing. She took the proffered bottle. She didn't really want to drink too much – she planned to be driving in a short while. Watching Mr. Krushank carefully, she took a slow sip, delaying conversation. “Maybe some yo choi, please. Is there rice?” Greens with oyster sauce sounded tasty. And she hadn't really eaten much of anything all day. She realized she needed to be careful with the beer, too. Slowly, Patricia, slowly. Mr. Krushank answered. “Yes, here, we can share. Take the container, eat what you want. You don't have cooties, do you?” He handed her a carton and laughed. “Sorry, I should have remembered plates, serving ware...I'm just not very detailed oriented, I guess. That's why you work for me...to remember the details.” Another laugh. “It's OK, you eat first. I'll wait.” Patricia took another sip of the Sapporo. She liked beer, but didn't indulge often – too many calories. She liked beer – but she liked cheesecake better and preferred the occasional slice of ...
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