My Boss Asked Me To Wear A Short Skirt To Work So He Could Have S#x With Me In The Office

It had been a long weekend since I sl#pt with my boss — since he caught me in a very compromising p#sition and finished the act himself — but I was still surprised that I hadn’t heard from him right away afterward.

I’m not sure what I expected, flowers on my desk, a proclamation of love, a promotion (?), a wink as he walked by? This was all new territory for me.

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