Dasha ran into the reception where she worked as a secretary, being five minutes late.

- Thank God, the chief has not come yet!

And only she thought like a voice came from the selector.

- Come on in my office alive!

She stood in the middle of the office, and as was customary, her hands behind her head, she quickly turned several times in place.

- Well well! Why are we late?

Her boss, Yuri Mikhailovich, came up to her. At thirty, this tall man already held one of the top management positions in the firm where Dasha worked.

- My husband did not start the car.

In fact, the husband simply could not resist the temptation, and they made love right in the hallway. You bet he would hold if his beautiful wife in a transparent white blouse, through which her breasts without a bra are clearly visible, leaned over her shoes. From under the short skirt, not only the legs above the fishnet stockings were visible, but also the edge of the buttocks. The husband lifted his skirt on his belt and stroked his buttocks, put his finger in her vagina. Since the panties were not on it.

- Come on! But fast!

Dasha gave up, responding to his caress.

- Blouse unbutton!

Commanded by Yuri Mikhailovich. Grabbing the nipple, he pulled it with his strength, so that Dasha was forced to make a move.

“That's why I took a shower?” Here would be in the booth undermine!

Korila herself Dasha. But for two weeks of abstinence, my husband threw out so much sperm that he had to change soiled stockings with a skirt. Dasha had pale halos on her chest, and the chief ordered to circle them, which she hastily forgotten about.

- I am tired of this! Call and after work make tattoo nipples. Do you understand?

The chef tugged her skirt down and she sat down on her thighs and hid a half-wide elastic band of fishnet stockings, revealing Dasha's secret, which pulled her over her stomach.

- Interesting! What punishment awaits me?

I thought Dasha. Last time she portrayed a bunny, running in stockings with bunny ears on her head through the forest. The management of the company played paintball. It was fun, she was even given a week off, to heal the bruises on the body. But today the chef was obviously in a bad mood, and something worse awaited her. Pulling his skirt, he pulled it off with Dasha and threw it with his foot to the side. Then he took from the table a red marker.

- Three days you will walk completely without a skirt! A week to sit on chair number two. On Saturday you will serve the guests in the country. My wife's birthday. There will be about twenty people. Okay! Take Katka from the legal department and Edik with marketing.

The chief grinned, thinking something funny about himself.

- Will Wagram with Armen, so that his butt will not interfere. My wife will give you c. y

This is really upset Dasha. Without skirts on some days the floor of the company also went. The chair was also not difficult. True, he strongly distracted from work. The phallus attached to it had to be moved at least ten times a minute by pressing a special pedal, otherwise it would turn on the counter. And for each missed minute at the end of the working day, a blow to the pope was relied on. The guilty lay on the table not far from the exit, and his own employees flogged him, pressing a button on the table after each blow. If someone didn’t like you, he could cheat by pressing a button once.

But at the dacha dacha did not want to go at all. The wife of the chief had a violent fantasy, and sometimes it was quite difficult to implement them, and sometimes it was very painful. In the spring she had to help in the country. So Vera Ivanovna, so her name was. She made Dasha dig up a bed, wearing at the same time fifteen winter tights with 100 den each and two prickly woolen sweaters. Dasha then thought that she had dropped a kilo of ten with sweat. Yes, and did not allow to go to the toilet, and she had to write in tights. Anya even once was sewn up after meeting her. Torn her pussy.

- Go to work! And call me Masha!

Interrupted her memories chef. Dasha was sitting on a chair, swinging a lever, when Masha passed by, nodding her head. Masha was unique in the team, and the chef almost always called her. When I wanted to write. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Once, five men took turns in the mouth to dispute. And she did not spill a bit! Dasha tried more than once, but the boss did not like that she could not concentrate and often she was spattered to her.

I called the security and said that they had come old customers from the bank. Dasha contacted the chief and reported back.

- Let pass, wait in the waiting room. I will be free in short time. Entertain them.

When the door from the office of the chief opened and Masha came out from there, and behind her, too, Dasha stood with her legs spread wide and her chest leaned on the table. And one of the clients was putting her ass on his dick.

- Give me! Wake up To work late! What's the matter? You half turned the night and sighed.

- There is nothing. It's ok. Dream had a dream.

And dressing, as the dress code advised, in strict business clothes, she went to work.