KC Rider. My boss is a fat overbearing, woman, who insists on being called Ms. XXX Xnxx Checking that there was no one else in the cubicles, I found the cleanest one and locked the door. It was all over in a matter of seconds, but my stomach was churning as I sauntered back to my desk. When I sat back at my desk, there was another message waiting for me. Amazingly, Tommy and I never mentioned the messages to each other, and continued to work alongside each other as normal. She’s just a sad old woman, with no friends. I got carried away as I typed, when he told me that he was masturbating as he read my words. He had even shared her with his flat mate, which she had enjoyed a little bit more than he had expected. I’m Cathy; dark haired, 34b, with long firm legs, and happily (?) married to Jason, who is 42, and was my first boss when I left college. I pressed myself against the wall, lifted my dress above my waist, stroked my thighs through my stockings, and slid my hand down the front of my tiny g-string.
