Give up and go to Ms. Pierce’s office
From Create Your Own Story
Revision as of 19:58, 11 November 2006
You can’t be a chicken all your life. If you don’t face Ms. Pierce today, you’ll have to face her tomorrow. So you gather up your courage and step out of the men’s room.
You enter Ms. Pierce’s large, wood-paneled office. You know from experience that the paneling is designed to baffle sound, so no one outside can hear what happens within…
Ms. Pierce is behind her desk. Her black-stockinged feet are up on the desk top, and a pair of very high heels are sitting on a padded chair next to her desk, on top of a folded up black skirt. You wonder if Ms. Pierce is wearing a skirt but the desk blocks your view. Her mammoth DD breasts are, as always, trying to burst through the stretched out material of her shirt.
“It’s about time you got here,” Ms. Pierce says, her voice a low, seductive purr. “What should I do with you…? Keep you under my desk all day, eating my pussy? Whip you bloody? Maybe I should put on my favorite strap-on and ride you like a horsy with my plastic schlong up your ass.”
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