Day 3
Today,..... Wank Bas..... from fight to work, except for me . My formal ban on touching me below the waterline is still in effect.
A quality audit, five people from an outside firm came to search our company, no doubt that if they were to put their nose in mine, I would not pass the exam. Fortunately, there are fragrances to mask natural fragrances. I had previously been interested in the chemical phenomena related to the human being who participate in secret to make and undo without even doubt, friendships and more if affinities . Some of our senses, have fallen into disuse but drive away the natural, it will always come back at a gallop.
Everyone is active in the office, everyone is ready to present the files, you have to be reactive. I am, too much even since I am subject to the moods of two men who at every moment can do and undo my precarious balance. , the slightest quiver of air and now the thin wings of my humid intimacy are opening.
Everything was going rather well, I could have preserved myself and not open my page on the rodent site but my curiosity could not resist , risk taking is part of the game that I did not accept the rules even if it burns my fingers .
Quiet morning, conversations as usual, some asking the eternal question of my outfit of the day, without panties obviously, not enough to whip a cat.
But SUDDENLY HE arrived, his only presence is generating foam on my lips. Without even addressing me. The feeling that lurks, can be watching me.
He asked me how my intimacy was, I replied that until that moment everything seemed in order. I had not touched myself as ordained or washed myself at this place of the body. He insinuated that I slipped a finger in me in order to taste my intimate juices. I went to the toilet like an automaton and buried my phalanx and then carried it to other lips. Then he told me to go to my mailbox, which always augurs a shock to come.... I opened it to take a monumental slap in the face. I oiled my intimacy even more. To perfect it all at the time of the meal, while I had gone to the toilet, he took me the stupid idea to yield once again to my curiosity...... He was there, like a demon waiting for you patiently sitting on a stele at the bend of a wood. Again, he wanted me to search and lick myself to join the table full of listeners. Fortunately, it was dessert time. I rushed to the chocolate mousse to eliminate my loaded breath
Last day before I can finally groom my intimacy even if I still have no right to orgasm .
A quality audit, five people from an outside firm came to search our company, no doubt that if they were to put their nose in mine, I would not pass the exam. Fortunately, there are fragrances to mask natural fragrances. I had previously been interested in the chemical phenomena related to the human being who participate in secret to make and undo without even doubt, friendships and more if affinities . Some of our senses, have fallen into disuse but drive away the natural, it will always come back at a gallop.
Everyone is active in the office, everyone is ready to present the files, you have to be reactive. I am, too much even since I am subject to the moods of two men who at every moment can do and undo my precarious balance. , the slightest quiver of air and now the thin wings of my humid intimacy are opening.
Everything was going rather well, I could have preserved myself and not open my page on the rodent site but my curiosity could not resist , risk taking is part of the game that I did not accept the rules even if it burns my fingers .
Quiet morning, conversations as usual, some asking the eternal question of my outfit of the day, without panties obviously, not enough to whip a cat.
But SUDDENLY HE arrived, his only presence is generating foam on my lips. Without even addressing me. The feeling that lurks, can be watching me.
He asked me how my intimacy was, I replied that until that moment everything seemed in order. I had not touched myself as ordained or washed myself at this place of the body. He insinuated that I slipped a finger in me in order to taste my intimate juices. I went to the toilet like an automaton and buried my phalanx and then carried it to other lips. Then he told me to go to my mailbox, which always augurs a shock to come.... I opened it to take a monumental slap in the face. I oiled my intimacy even more. To perfect it all at the time of the meal, while I had gone to the toilet, he took me the stupid idea to yield once again to my curiosity...... He was there, like a demon waiting for you patiently sitting on a stele at the bend of a wood. Again, he wanted me to search and lick myself to join the table full of listeners. Fortunately, it was dessert time. I rushed to the chocolate mousse to eliminate my loaded breath
Last day before I can finally groom my intimacy even if I still have no right to orgasm .
9 months ago
