Private Locker Confession: Ravaging the Secretary in Her Boss’s Office
Deep in my mind’s Private Locker, the door creaks open. Pressure builds like a storm. Bernard’s curse throbs. Marion sees it, nods. ‘Fuck the secretary. She’s a pain. Do it.’ Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. I head to work, nerves electric. Afternoon hits. Cock strains. No more waiting. Pretext ready: storage remodel plan. Knock. Enter her…