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She takes my hand and starts kissing my fingers, one by one. Slowly, she takes my middle finger and sucks it completely holding my gaze. I tell her to stop, grab her by the arms, she throws her head back, soft at my touch and I plant a kiss on her neck sighing, inhaling her perfume. At that moment we hear voices in the room next door. Incidentally, the damn Director was still having a business meeting with four other subordinates. I signal her to be quiet. We have to hide. They will fire us instantly if they catch us being promiscuous in the workplace. It was well known that the Director has been cheated on by his wife precisely because of a workplace snag, which is why he fires anyone caught flirting at work.
We have to stay hidden in the printer room and hope not to be seen. We lock ourselves in a little corner behind the copy machine. Ellie is in front of me now, she boldly turns aro
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I could see him lingering on the subject but he was still not sure of himself... what was going through his mind?“My cleaner is a very experienced lady, you on the other hand are only 25 years old and I don't think you will have much practice ironing shirts. Besides, it would probably take up your entire afternoons, taking hours away from studies. I saw the way you were looking at me which made me think of an alternate proposition” he smirked but not in a demeaning way. It was raunchy and seemed titillating or maybe it was only my imagination but I blushed when he mentioned how shamelessly I was staring at his body.“We could find a very comfortable compromise for you. It's not a maid I'm looking for, it's something more, something to amuse and entertain me.” he continuedI was
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