No spills, no messes, and not a single wardrobe malfunction. I thought it was the start of a great day until Mr. D told me to meet him in his office. ... Sitting in the office with the sticky vinyl clinging slightly to my bare thighs and chafing against the polyester dress that was my uniform I wondered why I was back here. I didn't make any mistakes. Unless .. oh no . Mr. D was standing over me in my seated position I was just about eye level with his zipper I tried to look up and meet his eyes. The spasms were so strong that her stomach hurt from the contractions, but still he pumped in and out of her. She lost track of time…only the relentless pounding into her pussy, when she felt her nipple being squeezed and pinched…hard. Once again, the change of sensation was enough to set off another set of spasms as she climaxed once again. Susan was almost exhausted.Finally, she heard her captor begin to grunt, and his pumping grew harder, and then she felt…and heard…him start to cum. She. I open the door and see a young girl standing there. She has long black hair and an Asian look. She was wearing a nice short dress and flat shoes. She looks not older than 13 and she quickly steps in. She quickly looks at me and smiles a little. Then I remember my task and I gesture her to follow me. Before entering the living room I kneel down and crawl inside, forehead to the ground. The girl follows me in, but when she sees the Mistress she quickly undresses and kneels down. She was not. I found the bathroom empty and picked out a stall near the end of the row. Being fairly lazy if I am in a stall I will sit down to urinate. This also prevents “footprints” on the seat as well, that the females in the building really dislike. I had just finished relieving myself when I heard the door open. The unmistakable sound of heals echoed on the tile floor. The footsteps walked straight across the bathroom and entered the last stall which just happened to be the one next to me. I looked.