Anna stood back, admiring her work, and Lucy realised that the arrangementheld her labia apart around her clit, showing it off to anyone who cared tol...ook. She could see the tip of it throbbing through the ring which held ittightly, shown in great detail upon the screen. After pausing briefly to check that the clit piercing had seated properly,Anna then returned to the tray and picked up four more of the clamps. Returningto her position between Lucy's thighs, Anna quickly and deftly clamped. “What happens now?”“I’m okay with casual sex,” she unzipped the bag, “or something more permanent.”She stopped and stared at me strangely.“This isn’t going to impact on our work relationship, is it?”“It could,” I nudged her, “if your husband finds out.”“Which he won’t,” she fumbled for her lipstick, “and if I decide to leave my darling husband?”“There could be a good chance you would strike gold with your personal assistant.”She smiled and pushed the lipstick slowly upwards and licked her lips,. As she turned around to pick up her phone, my cock stiffened in my jeans as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass. Even though I was happy for her, that she was finally moving out after the divorce, I was totally turned on by how hot she looked, and felt a little jealous of the guys that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to order a pizza if I was hungry, and not to stay up to late (even though tomorrow was the weekend), I nodded at her, just wanting her out. I offered her a paper napkin. She seemed a little surprised when I handed it to her, but took it and wiped her face clean. She blew her nose and threw the napkin in the trash. ‘Thanks,’ she said hoarsely. ‘You’re welcome,’ I answered. I half expected her to start telling me her life’s sad story, now that we had broken the ice, but instead she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair, as if she was going to sleep. I felt a little rejected. I looked at the window, but I didn’t.