If you were the boss of Miss Intrigue, would you be able to concentrate long enough to dictate a memo to her….imagine the swishing sound of her nylons as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, the straining buttons on her crisp white blouse…the beads of sweat on your forehead as your eyes fight not to stare into the depths of her cleavage. The bulge in your suit trousers becomes very apparent as you realise that resistance is futile….and you worship at the smooth shaved pussy of your perfect secretary…
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