| Lesbian: Masturbation: Relax (1/3) |
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The UPS man needed a signature, two lines were blinking, and I still hadn’t called to confirm the reservations for next week’s expo. “Excuse me Ms., could you sign here please?” The UPS man urged. I gave him a dirty look and grabbed his pad. “Ma’am will Ms. Ford be much longer?” A dark haired lady approached my desk. “I’ve been waiting over twenty minutes.” I ignored her and continued to sign the pad. “Hey, don’t ignore me. I have a very busy schedule. Will she see me or not?” She said in a loud aggravated tone. My head was pounding. I could feel the tension building in my temples. I handed the UPS man his pad and was turning towards the lady when my elbow collided with my coffee cup. A puddle of black spread like a cancer all over the contents of my desk. “DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!” I screamed out. Everyone in the office stopped and turned in my direction. The lady retreated from my desk and took a seat in the waiting area. I stood up and looked around for something to clean up the mess but everything around me was blurry, I was that angry. Just when I though things couldn’t get any worse the intercom on my desk went off. “Stacy, what’s going on out there?” “Nothing Ms. Ford.” I tried to sound calm. “Everything is under control. Your 12 o’clock is here and she’s eager to see you.” “Well forget that, that can wait.” The lady looked up at me and I shot her a smug smile. “Come into my office.” I grabbed a stack of paper towels and piled them on my desk to soak up what they could. Then I reached into my desk for a fresh pen and pad. “Today, Ms. March,” came the voice from the intercom. “Yes ma’am. I’m on my way,” I replied. My hand trembled as I opened the door to her office. I sucked in my breath and confidently strutted up to her desk. “You wanted to see me?” I said, pad in hand. “Yes. What’s going on with you lately?” I stood frozen. “Are you overworked? Am I giving you too many responsibilities?” Her voice was sincere but I was still too scared too answer. I couldn’t afford to say the wrong thing and lose my job. I shuffled my weight from one foot to the other. She stared blankly awaiting an answer. “No, I’m not overworked,” I said. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind and haven’t been sleeping much at all the past few nights.” It wasn’t a total lie. I had been having problems getting to sleep. “I used to have that same problem,” she said. “Then a good friend of mine showed me this really good relaxation technique. I’ll be happy to show you if you’re really interested.” “That would be so great,” I said. Ms. Ford smiled and clapped her hands eagerly. I had never seen her so excited. Part of me was a little nervous as to what she had in mind, but as long as I saved my job I didn’t care what I had to do. “Ok but you have to do exactly what I tell you. Agreed?” “Agreed.” I said. “Lie down on the couch with your legs spread far apart.” I looked at her as if she was mad. Was she actually serious? “Come on, you agreed to do as I said.” I lay down on the couch and spread my legs slightly apart. My skirt slid up to my thighs. |
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this little contraption...?
