She sat up on the desk facing him and he sat down in her chair. She used the heels of her stilettos to hook the back of the office chair and she pulle...d him close to her sitting open legged on her desk. Presenting her shaved cunt to his lips but buried under her skirt. He ran his hands up her stockinged legs moving his hands to her inner thighs as he reached her cunt. His song hands got to work where she had left off. Rubbing gently but firmly to increase her developing orgasm. But he could. I tightened the strap around her stomach and between her legs, she smiled at me sweetly. “I bet you do this for all the girls.” She joked weakly, I smirked as I fastened my own harness. We were now inches apart and her warm breath beat against my neck while I clipped the both of us onto the large hook that would elevate us off of the floor. “Only the cute ones.” I looked over my shoulder as saw Richard Fitswell, Dick to his friends, the stunt supervisor walk over and double check the working on. "Why the hell are you out of uniform Sarge? I thought I told everyone to report in Dress Greens?" Well Sir that would be hard to do because I don't have such a critter. Besides, I just came in from the bush as you well know, and was rudely awoken by one of your personal storm troopers. I really didn't appreciate it since we were out so long. I have no idea what this is about, but I don't want any part of it if I have to wear one of those monkey suits again." Sarge if you weren't so well. ..well...manly. And you were right. I was staring at the cleavage.My own cleavage. It disgusts me, but I'm attracted to my own body." Shefell silent, waiting for me to react."I feel the same," I squeaked out."You do?" Yes. When you left me in the bedroom, I enjoyed getting dressed. I likedthat fact of having sexy cleavage and I still do. I think I want to belooked at there. And I found myself looking at you walking around, seeingyour muscles move. And...I liked jerking you off. I think more.