The music came back, the violins beginning to play a frenzied and screeching tune. A spotlight came on, illuminating Master Cyclone. He raised a hand... to reveal he was holding a ring gag draped over the mittened fingers of one hand. He was standing by his card table, and she could see that his crotch was zipped, his cock put away. “I am going to have to torture you, filthy slut,” His voice finished, the whole phrase a little more distorted. “Y-yes,” her voice whispered over the speakers, a mix. She wasn’t sure if these books helped stoke her lust or not, but her husband wasn’t complaining about getting laid every night, so she shrugged to herself and kept reading.During a particularly steamy passage, Janet snaked a hand down her body, caressing her breasts, stroking her pierced nipples. As her breathing grew more unsteady, she let her hand wander down past her navel, down to the mound where she normally found a fine downy patch of pubic hair. Finding none, a shiver raced up her spine. Today they were meeting to discuss what they could do for an office of about 70 people for Valentine's Day.Allison's tight jeans unintentional did showcase the bubbliness of her buttocks, and her form-fitting polo shirt betrayed the unusual largeness of her breasts for her short stature. But, as far as she could tell, she had been dressing and acting in a professional manner and that joke felt completely out of place. She was ready to escalate a formal complaint all the way to head office.... " I stood up, and slowly walked to the other side of his desk, and sat down on his papers. "Beth, could you please go back to your seat?" He looked a little uncomfortable, but I saw the look in his eye that I needed; Desire. I seductively slipped off the desk, and the papers went all of the floor. I bent down with my ass right in front of his face, and he could clearly see that I wasn't wearing panties. I took my time picking up the papers, and he made no objection. I placed the papers on his.