He looked up toward our building and I found myself ducking my head out of sight. I slowly peeked again. My boss approached the statuesque, mocha sunb...ather. Meanwhile I was trying to process how this could possibly happen. Was everyone in the office (with this view) doing the same thing? Watching? Eventually participating? How on earth was he able to hook up with her? Did he just wing it and make a cold call on her? This was all too surreal to take in. My jowly, overweight boss with hair plugs,. “Yes it’s nice,” Sophie moaned softly. “So relaxing” “Well what about here then?” Slowly Kirsty ran the vibrator along Sophie’s calf and up to her knee. She paused to take pleasure at the way the brunette squirmed as the convulsions ran through her body, before running the vibrator up the inside of each of her thighs. The wetness on the inside of her legs was now very apparent. “Oh you look like you like this even more,” Kirsty said as Sophie fidgeted against her bonds, desperately trying to. She had already decided to file this report as a possible hoax, but decided to read on. Both her black heels had by now wound up loose on top her desk, she draped her long legs over the desk, leaned back in her chair to read more of Emma's statement... "I can describe the guy who raped me. He had a thick stubby cock, not very long, but very thick. What was he wearing? Distinguishing features? Oh, I see. Well I did look over my shoulder at him. He was dressed in a Santa suit, but not a cheap. ’ I jogged to the passenger side of her car, careful not to trip. ‘Thanks,’ I said as I climbed inside. ‘You’re out kind of late yourself.’ ‘I went to visit an old friend today, and I left her house around seven, but there was a bad accident on the interstate, and traffic was backed up for miles. I thought I’d never get home.’ Caroline reached my house and slowed the car. I’d forgotten to turn the porch light on, and the house was completely dark. I wondered if Dad had managed to get his hands.