Yes she was horny this week and tomorrow evening would be a chance to relax for an hour in her bedroom.After work she collected a padded bag from the ...collection office. The bag offered no clues; her name and address and postcode were handwritten on a label and the postmark was not local across the other side of the county and she did not know anyone there.She decided that her vibrator could wait a short while but she would undress and slip on her kaftan and stockings and belt. She had been. Emma teased him when she saw the amount of data on the USB drive; he had captured the company plan, some plane landing times, someone's trip to Lapland as well as the floor plans for a refit of the double-glazing offices. The architects had helpfully included the floor plans for the manor house as well and Emma grinned; they were not incredibly detailed but they would enough for her plan her entry and her exit."We could really do with some keys," Emma told Oliver as she poured over the plans on. I wondered why he had come to this temple which hadn't housed a religious worship in years.Something about him drove me out of my hiding place, and I moved stealthily towards him, my eyes focused on the beautiful shape of his ass beneath the denim pants he wore. He was yet to notice me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he did, and went running at the sight of the snakes on my head, and my shemale body.My cock was already erect by the time I made my way towards him. I stood behind. I wanted to touch myself so badly. My bimbo body didn’t care about anything but being pleasured. If I didn’t have the intelligence serum bubbling through my veins, I would be so happy right now, just glad to give her pleasure.Bimbos were such happy, loving creatures. This horrid woman couldn’t be in control of the formula.I fingered her faster and faster, plunging over and over into her depths. She shuddered, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers. She moaned, her hips wiggling from.