At 9pm we locked the doors and as we went out into the back office. Jane made a remark about us being alone together and me being able to have my wick...ed way with her. I joked that I'd love that, but I didn't think Andy would be very happy. To which Jane replied that she knew it would make him more than happy. She went on to tell me that she told Andy all about our flirting and how she'd even told him she thought of me when they had sex! Then she asked me if I liked her. I said to her that she. In my adoration I had completely ignored the fact that she was looking at me again, and as I imagined her pert young breasts pressed against me, my eyes caught her looking at me with that same smile. I stopped oogling, trying not to drool. "What's your name?" she asked coyly. I could almost read her mind through her eyes, and I saw promise."Stanislas, but everyone calls me Staz," I said, almost embarrassed at the foreign sound."My name's Katherine, but everyone calls me Kate." She laughed. . I especially like it under tights/stockings. I have to admit it does make me look somewhat tarty, and she was right a bit cheap too. I love that, the way men look at me with anticipation, and women with a kind of contempt. Just for being cheap and tarty. It’s a good feeling.I have taken to wearing tight black skirts that finish a bit above the knees. You know the kind, the ones common office girls wear. The office girls that make eyes at all the men, cross their legs showing a bit too much. He putted his right hand back under of my right arm pit and he reach with his left hand down my left side pants and pulled that side down. He letted my pants drop to the floor and then I just stepped out of them. He did the same with my underwear. Then he walked me over to the stander and he helped me to get in it. There was a hole for my dick. There was a paded board in middle to keep my legs apart. It has seven belts, two were for my ankles, two went behind of my knees, one went right.