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Subject: {ASSM} Undercover Humiliation part 4 (second half){F/FF, Humil,Office Steno games)
Date: Wed,  2 Oct 2002 22:10:04 -0400
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I know, I know. . . . 

. . . . . part 3, right? (sheepish shrug) 

Looking, looking, looking!!! Got burried in some folder somewhere, 
but I'll find it and eventually POST  it, i promise, i promise! 
{wainting to please smile}

in the mean time, here's the second half of part 4: 


Undercover Humiliation part 4 (second half)  


_______

Back in our newspaper's editor Margarette Umberger's 
 office, we filled her in as Kate played her some of the 
secret tapes she'd made of the snippy little secretaries 
April Peterson and Tyler Mcoy....

Click: 



"Okay. Listen April, if anybody needs this, it's YOU.
So here's how it works. I was making prank calls for laughs the
other day, and I rang up Doris at her house..." Tyler's
voice whispered.

"Our Doris? Miss Price's Doris?" April's voice
squeaked.

Click.

Umberger paused the tape. "Who's Doris again?" She asked Kate. 
Irritated she was asking Kate and not me, i butted in: 

"We heard her on the first tape. Remember, the marker?
Her role at work's something of a mystery still. Word
is, all the secretaries snub Doris because she's older, in her
sixties and all, we figure the drug again...." I sighed. 

Kate adding; "Guess *Grandma Doris* only works there 
part time too. Bunny said she'll introduce us to her later 
today."

Umberger nodded, and I turned it back on.

Click.

"Yeah, I called her at her home. I started making all
these sarcastic jokes about her being a young wife,
and she got....*into* it!"

"Tyler, Doris is old enough to be our..."

"Mom? Tyr grand mothers! Yeah, sick isn't it? Anyways, 
she'll do whatever I say. Now. I do mean *anything* too. 
Remember what I said about that stuff I found, out back?" 
Tyler bragged.

Click.

Umberger paused the tape, and we all looked at each
other. I spoke this time,

"That's is!!! -- The 'stuff', as in, 'the vials' Kate
found in the dumpster, right? Has to be." I said.

"She say anymore?" Umberger asked.

"Not about that, but listen..." Kate added, breathlessly
turning it back on,

Click.

"Tyler --- you're so bad -- okay, what'd you make Doris,
like, uh...do?"

"Plenty. Now she's totally wrapped around my finger.
She responds to, shall we say...the 'weird' stuff.
Sexual stuff. Kinky stuff. And guess who *else* I've
added to my stables?"

"Who?" April inhaled deeply.

"A certain little someone who used to be known simply
as....'Miss Vallens'."

"You're totally kidding."

"I'm totally not. April, you've gotta try it. Mrs.
Green deserves some payback. Miss Price wont say
anything. There's something about certain women who
work for her, all the older ones. You wouldn't *believe*
what I've talked our Bunny into."

"Mrs. Green? No, I couldn't. We never even speak
outside of the office. Or at the Gym when I see her
there. Gosh darn it Tyler, now I'm all stirred up. I've
simply MUST KNOW, what are you making Bunny do
that...erm....uh....'excites' her so much? Is it juicy?"
April cooed.

"It's so outrageous, you'd never believe me. I'm
telling you April, there's something in the air around
here. You've just got to pick the right ones. You
should try it, it's an amazing rush!"

Click.

Kate and I smiled proudly. Umberger sighed.

'Is this is dynamite, or what?" Kate beamed.

Editor in Chief, Margarette Umberger only winced, then
explained.

"Look, I'm sorry, but it's shit. All it's got, so far,
is a veiled reference to some mysterious 'stuff', and
some dippy bimbos sleeping around the office together.
It's weak. Plus two sources at the company, Bernice
and this Tyler girl already could blow your cover, and
that's sloppy. I don't like it."

Kate and I looked, embarrassed,  at each other before I
jumped in,

"Yeah, but Margarette, all we need is a few more days.
This wont take 'weeks'. If Suzanne Green somehow get
sucked in too, we'll be there to watch how, and BAM,
we'll nail it --"

'Yeah, *If*." You're the senior reporter on this, Jen,
you should know better.."

"Trust us boss. It's not like we're a couple of inept
*copy girls*, right?" I smirked gesturing out the
window at the brunette and her dog who was still
crying in the parking lot, her hands all brown.

Margarette smirked down at the girl and at her own car, now
in it's rightful place from her office window.

"Yeah.." She fumed. "Should have made my Little Miss
Prissy shove that dried turd up her own ass, huh?" Our
Editor mumbled under her breath to herself.

Kate and I look worriedly at Umberger. She'd always had
a crass side, and we always looked the other way  from
her cruelty and focus on....'anal fixations', but sometimes
it was a little, well...strange. And getting worse.

Margarette Umberger snapped out of it, and back up to
us:

"Okay, Keep going; but I want Kate here for the
rest of the day. Jen, you stay up there and sniff
around, and set her an example of 'experienced
reporting' for a change, okay? Stick to the points,
and avoid office gossip." Umberger then added: 

" Remember: Jennifer...

A: Find the drugs, 
B: Who's affected, and 
C: Who's next ? 

..and Jen, If you feel the effects of ANY drug, abort -
 Understood?"

"Got it." I smiled.

After we assured Margarette everything was fine, I
drove back to Noricom.

But my mind was still on the two demeaning surreal
scenes today, both of older woman taunting younger ones.
Part of me, an irrational part, ached for the reverse.
It just felt, natural. I hated myself for being
aroused by the idea, but since Kate was gone for the day,
I'd see where my nose took me...

________

I walked the Noricom halls which were mostly empty
since the day was almost over, and spotted my jacket on
the desk and Tyler's pile of papers, which Bunny must
have left there. I'd die before someone stuffed me
into that ugly pink sucker! It'd all be over in a few
days anyway --

I saw Tyler wasn't her desk and began poking around,
when I heard weird little sounds coming from
Bunny's office, the door of which was slightly ajar.

I leaned closer and could hear two women's voices
inside.

"Poor little Bunny has to file all the files on the
bottom! Are my poor Bunny's panty hose getting
all baggy in the knees, are they, huh?" I heard
Tyler's voice ask affectionately. 

There was no answer,
only whimpers.

I peeked inside and couldn't see Bunny, only Tyler
sitting down while she dutifully worked away on the top
most files. Then I spotted what Tyler was sitting on.
It wasn't a chair. 

It was Bunny. 

Or her butt, to be exact, since Bunny had it obscenely thrust 
in the air, her head, hands and shoulders crouched on the carpet.
"Please Tyler, get off me.  My knees hurt. My stockings are 
itching my knees too." The older woman bleated.

"Well, let's just take them off." Tyler said as she
worked at the files.

"No, Tyler, uh....this skirt is much too short.  Someone
might see."

"Better that than to see your baggy knees.  What on
earth would they think you were doing then, your stockings
all baggy and bunched around you tubby little knees?
Huh Baggy Bunny?"

I leaned away from the door, my heart in my throat. 

I could believe it, hearing it from Bunny was one thing,
but seeing it, for myself!. I heard Bunny's voice as I
decided to snatch my jacket and head back to my
office, lock the door and masturbate furiously to the image
of what I'd just seen.

as I walked away, I could hear their voices whispering,


"Please Tyler, not another spankie. What if someone
comes in?"

"Stop complaining, or It'll be a brush this time..."

________


Half an hour later, Bunny walked into my office. She
looked exhausted but managed a false smile.

"Oh, you still here?" I feigned surprise.

"Yes, Tyler needed some, 'filing help'. We'll both be
here late, but she needed to stretch her legs, so I've
got a break...." Bernice Vallens blushed.

"Okay then, was there anybody else I should meet? How
about the head lady herself Miss Price?"

'I told you Jen, she never sees..." Bunny said
adjusting her pantyhose.

"Well, can we at least say hello?" I bullied.

"Well, You can talk to the next best thing though --
her Personal Assistant. " Bunny said, leading down the
hallway

We spotted a mousy looking older woman in her office
from a distance, she turned to us and waved from afar.


"That's Miss Price's personal assistant - Doris."

"Doris?" I stammered.

"Yes, do you know her?"

"Uh...no. Just herd her name around the office, that's
all." I whispered, my face going five shades of red.
Doris the marker lady, who we'd heard on the tape, 
and whom April was also using as her own personal sex
 toy. 

"This is Jessica's personal assistant?" I asked quickly as 
we walked up.


"Her official job is assistant, but that's pretty much
a formality....In addition to being Miss Price's right
ear, she's also also Miss Price's most trusted partner
-- as well as her own mother too! ." Bunny clamped her
hand over her mouth.

"None of the executives know she's Miss Price's mother
either - "

"Mother?" I mouthed silently, totally stunned.

"Oh no! I wasn't supposed to tell. Don't dare tell
anyone I told you," she begged.

"Of course not," I said reassuringly. I turned and
gave Bunny a conspiratorial wink.

"And here she is...Doris, this is Jennifer Corbitt."
Bunny walked me into the office of a short shy looking
pudgy older woman who looked suspiciously at me.

"Corbitt, huh? Miss Price is swamped today, and as I'm
sure you've endlessly heard..." The woman rolled her
eyes at Bunny as she ignored her and kept talking to
me.

"...she sees almost no one. But I'll fill you in on what
I can.  I only have a minute as I was just leaving
for the day." Doris groused.

"Well I don't wanna be a bother, I can always just
email Miss Price and tell her you're too swamped too get
to... "

"Uh...sit down. Sorry, I'm just, it's crazy sometimes
around here. Sorry. Jennifer is it? It's great to have
you aboard, even if it is all too brief - what is it?
two weeks before our company 'report card?" Doris
forced a polite smile.

"I trust Bernice has shown you the rest of our
girls?" Doris asked.

"Yes, this morning we just came from--" Bunny
excitedly said as the woman cut in--

" Well, I'll expect some really productive insights
into our little team here, Jenny -- and don't be shy
about including Miss Price herself in the report!
She'll admit, even she's not above improvement."

Just who was this Jessica Price?  I could find no
photos of her at the paper, and very little personal
history. From what little Kate had dug up, she was
Twenty six, smart, one of the youngest women ever
to own a multi-million dollar advertising agency.

Did she inherit it, and if so, why was her mom merely
working as a cheesy fucking assistant to her own
daughter? Price did most her business all by phone.
Word was she's rich, spoiled, but a damned good
businesswoman. The fact she was the same age as April
and Tyler and Kate somehow only made me feel threatened,
intimidated, and weak in the knees!

Suddenly Miss Price's mother summoned Bunny to her
door, who was stupidly, still standing just outside
the door there with a carrot in her hand, a sticky one.
Bernice clumbsily jerked behind her back as we stared
at her.

"...ug...sorry to interupt Bunny, but can you be a dear
and get me a Mocha? Jen, you want anything?" Miss
Price's assistant asked.

"No thanks. " I sighed.

"Okay, that's one Mocha Bunny, then back up here and
finish the tour for our gal here."

Despite all Bernice Vallens had been through, let
alone almost being caught with that carrot just now,
somehow I could feel Bunny blanched at a coffee request
from Doris. I think Bernice though herself the equal of Miss Prices'
assistant.

"I'll have Tyler get it at once." Bernice said
"Bernice? Do you really think that's the best use of
Tyler's time? Isn't the poor girl buried in all the
filing you dumped on her? She said something about cancelling
social plans."

Bernice frowned, then set started to set her carrot on
Doris's desk.

'Use a napkin please Bernice, you've been slobbering
all over that thing!" scolded Doris, as Bernice's face
reddened at an assistant, particularly one her age,
talking to an excutive like herself in this tone, but
she did fetch a napkin and place it under her carrot.


"Look Bernice, I'd really appreciate it if you'd just
go fetch my Mocha like a good girl, then stay after
work and give your poor secretary the night off,
okay?"

"Tyler said she'd only need me for another hour..."
Bernice said with some surprising defiance.

"Then offer to finish for her, pronto! You don't want
me to bother Miss Price with this, do you Bernice, oh
wait -- what is this cute new name
you're going by now...?" Doris excitedly asked as the
Personnal Director visibly sank.

Doris and I shot each other a look. Our eyes went to
Bunny for response.

"...b-bunny?"

She said in a small voice. A small aroused voice. Like
when I'd fucked her at her house the other day. The
same voice floated through the room. Then I did something
without thinking -

I jumped in:

"That was my fault, really. I encouraged Tyler to stay
because Kate was helping me tonight and, well...April flaked. If
anyone's to blame for overusing Tyler, it's me! " I said
in one panicked sentence, full of fear and wondering why
I'd stuck out my neck like this?

"Is this true Bunny?" Doris blinked, her gaze
slowly going to me.   

"Uh....yes ma'am." Bunny whimpered.

"Well, that's a....'silly bunny' then. Why didn't you
*tell* me? Shame on you silly Bunny--Wunny! So, I
guess poor little Tyler's trapped in the steno hell tonight,
right? Well....she'll survive. " Price's mother said
without removing her eyes from me once, as her gaze
screwed me to my chair, until she finally added:

"Mocha,  Bunny...remember?" The older woman only then
broke my gaze and smiled over at the petrified older
executive who I kept remembering in her bunny suit
for some odd reason.

"Oh yeah, sorry Ma'am. I'm such a silly Bunny, I got
all confused. Uh....Should I get Tyler to...bring that Mocha...or
should...I.?"


"You dear," Doris said with ice in her voice.

Bunny turned bright red and scampered off.

"Hop along now," Doris smiled as Bunny left. We both
laughed at that point, and the tension broken for a
moment, before Doris continued.

"I'm impressed. You're not intimidated by me or Jessica,
are you?" She asked without looking up, going over
some papers on her desk.

"Fear isn't the Issue. If I'm *not* brutally honest,
I'm not worth the evaluation you're paying for. Right?
May I speak candidly?"  I said, on a roll.

I was petrified, but something about my bold move, and
the fact she wasn't firing me, left me wildly excited
and on the edge of my seat! Kate and the secretaries
were *one* thing since they were young enough to be my
own daughters and were stuck in nothing jobs like
reception. But the thrill of standing up against this
younger woman with a HUGE connection to Price,
the MAIN power, had me enthralled!

"May I speak freely, without it 'getting back' to Miss
Price? Or aren't you paying me for an honest
evaluation?" I shot back proudly.

She paused, eyeing me for a moment, then sighed
turning away.

"No. Not yet. You haven't....*earned* it . . . Yet. This
is your first day. In a few days I'll ask you to sit in
that chair and be totally candid, but right now you're
bluffing. You don't know  shit about me or this
company."

I was impressed by her directness, and aroused by it.

Jen, what's the most humiliating thing someone could
do to you right now?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Personal vulnerabilities. Miss Price is
interested in what guides her 'girls'. Fear? Desire?
Self Loathing? Love? What would grind you to a halt,
emotionally speaking?"

"Well, It would have to be a little more than fetching
your mocha.

"Okay, what would it be?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Just answer me, if you want to work here."

"I suppose, Emotional Humiliation. Wanting someone who
doesn't care about my feelings. Who doesn't give a
shit, but who I hang myself up on anyway? Does this
satisfy you?"

"Yes. I believe you are telling me the truth. This is
all I and Miss Price ask of you, and why you've earned
my friendship and respect. You may laugh, but I feel
women like you....are the *key* to this company
Jennifer. The more a woman has, the more she has to
lose, right?"

I don't know why, but I was deeply moved by her tone
of voice, although her words left me dizzy. All her
words could have been a stunt, but she sounded so raw,
so vulnerable offering it, I felt like what she was
saying was a  some kind of great gift.

"Yes, the more a woman has to lose...that and your
blazers.." I snorted jokingly.

"You're not wearing your jacket? Why?" She said
suddenly. Her words cut into me and I felt caught,
embarrassed, naked, for letting down to her this much.

"No offence, but it's....it's just not 'me', okay? Besides, I see 
You're not wearing one."

"I'm not an excutive." 

"Oh, yeah. sorry. uh....Is my 'dress code' going to be a problem?"
I asked. Doris said nothing, and I started to sweat over getting in 
hot water. Did sheblab everything to this bitch? I tried digging
mysyelf out:

"Look, I know as a 'Noricom Excutive', I know I'm
expected to be a 'team player', and surrendering my
casual sneakers and jeans like a good little soldier.
But forcing myself into the company's mandatory tight
fitting trendy little stupid sexy looking blazer and
skirt isn't my style, okay? "

"NO offence, but I seriously LOATHE  dressing up in
such a manner, for anyone. I've got my pride...."

"Well, our colors are pink and black, hence, the pink
and black business attire. It's an image. I'm afraid
that it's not something that can be compromised on."
Miss Price's daughter paused and then opened a drawer.
"But, I think we might be able to come up with a
solution."

She pulled out a pink scarf, covered with large black
polka-dots. She walked behind me.

"Keep going, Jennifer, describe how trying it on makes
you...feel," she said as she began to tie it around my
neck...."

Something was weird in her voice, as we were both
getting far too worked up, but I kept on:

"I hate all these stupid little 'power suits' and
prissy looking business wear,  the feel of the tight
shoulder padded blazers with tiny little narrow
waists, flared at the hips and pinching knee length skirts
that hug the knees together so one must take mincing
little steps."

"Is it...humiliating?"

"Incredibly so! You have no fucking Idea!" I snorted,
as I realized my own hand was held
firmly against the crotch of my pants. Oh God, I had
been rubbing myself. I, panicked --

When she turned around from her desk -

I was gone.

Cowardly, I know. I didn't even stop to explain to
Kate. I just raced past her, tears of shame brimming my
eyes for the first time today. I'd been so
proud, so cocky, only to be brought to my knees by
Price's fucking assistant - her stupid step daughter
for God's sake - God knows what Price herself was like

--

Shit. I probably pissed away all Doris's 
respect. Maybe blew the story too. God would Kate be
pissed! But I couldn't deal. Not that prissy jacket,
or the fact I'd caught myself masturbating, even if
she hadn't noticed. Not today. not on my FIRST day...

"So where'd you get the scarf?" Kate smirked, as we sat
down to lunch together.

I blushed. It felt like a collar -- a symbol of
Noricom's ownership of me. I squeezed my thighs
together. "Never mind" I stammered,
changing the subject.

"Jessica Price? Why the mystery? Any Idea who she is? Someone here?" I
asked Kate, who shot back,

My guess? Susan Green. If anybody has the balls, it's her. Maybe she's
just pretending there's the 'mystery boss lady: Jessica Pric'e to take
the fall is this is all exposed in our mind control story.

'Susanne Green Pretending to be Price? Naw. She's a bitch, but It
doesn't fit. How about her mother and personal assistnat: Doris?

Doris? The 'pen' lady? Jesus jen, you heard the tape, with April
abusing her. I doun't but her as in charge of anyone. " Kate said
disgustedly.

"Maybe it's an act. Maybe she pretending Jessica Price, her own
daughter." I whispered, catching myself fingering the scarf as Kate
stared at me.

"No, not Doris. Maybe the secretaries. April, or Tyler? This makes
more sence, no?"

"God, I duno kate. It's all a blur. Tell you what. you go home and
I'll stick around Noricom after hours and see what turns up, okay?" I
forced a smile, as I finally slid the the scarf off my shoulder and
tossed it away in the trash.

"Okay, just don't let miss Boss lady catch you snooping, okay? Say,
you know what that scarf reminds me off? I just realized. The jackest
at Noricom. Goodnight. " Kate face went bright at the words, then she
turned back to her car, and I glared at the offending color with anger
and naked embarrassment.

As I'd promised, while I stayed late at the Noricom offices. I waited,
hearing most everyone say their 'goodnights and clear out. My
curiosity, I crept up to 'big bad Jessica Price', the mystery woman's
offices.  No one was there, so I walzted past Doris's empty chair and
up to the name plate on Miss Price's door, stroking it.

I boldly opened it, and saw a lavish looking office, but nothing
juicy. Before I could search for any signs of photos or who she might
be, I panicked as steps clicked down the hall. Shit. I raced into Miss
Price's closet and closed the door, smelling boxes of paper in the
darkness just as I heard steps of several women walk inside.

My breath and heart were in my throat as I spoted there was a small
wire mesh vent at the door's bottom. I crouched down, trying to peek
out and see who it was without being spoted. All I saw was three sets
of feet and modest heels.

I realised one was Susan Greens and also heard Bunny Vallens voice
coming from the other pair of shoes. Then I heard what must have been
Jessica Prices voice. Soft, barely a whisper, but quite sure of
itself.

I was besides msyelf with curiosity. Darn only being able to see their
shoes, and being too far to hear much! I could tell that, somehow, the
two were being called on the carpet for something. I looked out, and
saw Jessica's feet. She was younger, and though it seemed silly to
note, she did have very firm, well toned, sexy ankles. Ones I would
kill for, compared to the two piano leg' larger ones Susanne and Bunny
had, and me for that fact!

I wondered if Bunny was squeeling on us, or had managed to keep our
secret, when I heard Bunny said something, but Miss Price barked:
'Quiet!'

That shut everyone up, including me. Well, I wasn't talking, but It
cleared my mind. Despite Miss Prices muffled tone and attempts at
authority, I was a little surpised and amused how, girlish she
sounded. This was the big bad boss lady no one got to meet, that had
Green and Vallens walking on egg shells?

I would have felt more supiour to her if I wasn't on my stupid cramped
knees in her office closet like a little girl, eves dropping. I caught
Miss Price's feet storm up to the two women, pacing back and forth as
she whispered bitchy comments. Something Bunny said had pissed her
off.

As Sussane and Bunny who stood before her, all lined up like little
toy soldgers or something, I heard a sound of Miss Price picking
something up,

then saw Miss Price throw two heavy folders of papers on the floor at
both women's feet.

Next I heard Miss Price scold them, something about shoddy work, about
fixing their mistakes themsevles. The two women were very quiet, but I
could see Bunny vallens ankels quivering as the pile of papers layed
before them.


Then I heard Price bark another order, and saw BOTH women's skirts
drop in a little circle around the heels. First Bunny, the our
feminist ball buster Miss Green reluctantly kicked her skirt off as
well, and my imagination went WILD at the humiliation these two older
women must be feeling, standing here before some twep half their age,
without skirts,

and my hand disapeared into my panties in the safe darkness. 

Then my breath caught as I saw Bunny's panties also come down around
her ankles. I guess Susanne Green got to leave hers - Oops, nope, hers
too. Now their a cute little set of middle aged calves, like stupid
little excutives. Why are they doing this?

They kicked them both off as I wacthed them both kneel down on their
knees, side my side. They both have their fucking tight little blazers
the goody two shoes they are! What Idiots. I'm so glad I'm not - wait,
Miss Price has handed them pens. Their writing, correcting they're
reports.

I can't believe this is the same two women I saw in the office this
morning. Well, maybe Miss Vallens, but Susan Green? Maybe this was
April. But I saw her leave after spanking Bunny. Did April sneek back
and assumed her 'real role' as Miss Price.

Maybe whoever this is pretends to be Price just for me and Kate. God,
if Kate saw this, me here fingering msyelf in Price's closet, she'd
really raz me merclessly.

Miss Price tone became calm again as shesat on her couch behind the
two dutiful women as they worked away, asses in the air, faces a few
inches from their papers as if twin doggies with their faces in a mess
they'd made, and of course,

matching blazers. 

I suddenly found myself reaching for my neck, then remembering I'd
stupidly thrown my red blazer colored scarf away.

Then I burned inside, hating myself for wanting to touch it. Then all
the nasty things started building up, expoding in flashed through my
mind,

Kate goading me into rubbing salad dressing on my nips, 

stealing Doris's butt fuck marker, the one April made her write nasty
stuff on her kitchen floor with, smelling it before Kate noticed,

Remembering this in the darkened closet, I couldn't resist and
excitedly fumbled in the dark through my purse, feeling my prize.
Seconds later I quickly forced Bunny Vallens 'butt pen' to my wincing
nose, the pungent oders sending me higher, closer...


I was brought back by the sight of Miss Prices still lazing on the
couch with her raised high heeled foot extended in the air, hovering
inches above Miss Vallens ass as Bunny dumbly worked away.

Was Miss Price going to rest her shoe there on Bunny's butt? 

...like the  saw some foot stool? 

....what?  WHAT???  

I was so excited I was dying to see what happened next, the excutive
volentary humiliating herself sent even more repugant images into my
head, like,

 days ago Kate and I watching Bunny Vallens hump a carrot on her couch
for god's sake, or me fucking her with it.

Or how both Kate and I kept soaking up our Editor Margrette Umberger
humiliate that poor intern with the doggie poop,

Or today, even something as tame as catching Susannes Green merclessly
brow beating April in her office over feminism,

or Bunny 'filing' with April a few minutes ago, 

or now this...what I was seeing before me. 

I was so close, on the edge as I waited for for Miss Price to lay her
high heeled foot to be placed gingerly onto poor little Bunny's
vallens ass.

but it didn't go 'on'. 

it went 'in'. 


The image of Miss Vallens on her knees, being forced to correct her
report, naked from the waste down, as her cheeks grew a ruby huge as
Bunny became aware she was being freshly 'heel fucked' by her own
boss' shoe,

then watching Bunny squirm on it. 

sinking in deeper, where it had no right to go, sensously humiliating
Bunny who's face went glassy eyed.

Jesus, at least Green would never put up with that shit, I thought to
myself. I inhaled the pen again, thinking of Bunny's poor sexual
invaded ass as my fingers worked away, oeped my eyes, my breath
caught...

as I saw Bunny squirming, grinding back on the heel, purring, meawing
even.

This sent muffled tears trailing my cheeks trying to come quietly, and
the sick twisted fear of being caught finger fucking myself over it,
made me exploded in silent bucking orgasms.
















End of part 4. 

Part 5 tomarrow night ! 



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