Fiona didn’t even need asking twice now she just did as she was told. “Now throw your knickers over by the door, if someone comes in we want them to know your panty less don’t we”. Xxx “Now there’s a good slut, right hitch up your skirt and take off your knickers”. “What parcel”? The embarrassment on Fiona’s face grew into a horrified look when i told her down the phone that the delivery guy was daz and he’d just walked through the office block with the parcel on full display. I then told Fiona to put the dildo on the desk and climb up, once she’d squatted over the dildo she sunk down on to it. Over the months of our secret wild affair I’d been making Fiona attend work on a daily basis wearing come soaked knickers and bras, that I filled full of
