Happy blonde girl BJ Wilcox said, her voice clear and soft, “let us just say that I prefer not to wear clothing unless I absolutely must. As I pulled out the paperwork, it took a good thirty seconds for me to actually understand what I was reading. I would leave the house dressed in my sluttiest outfits and make up, my cock locked up in the smallest chastity device I could find, and enjoy wandering through the twenty-story office building, the echoes of my stilettos clicking against the tile floors loud in the silence. As the waiter walked away to get our drinks- and food, since Ralph had decided what we were eating, as well- he turned to me, looking thoughtful. My eyes drifted closed as the feel of the soft skin slid across my lips, the salty musk of his sweat mixing with the waxy tang of my lipstick as it clung to his flesh. Wilcox said. Wilcox had said, about Mrs. Wilcox said, her voice clear and soft, “let us just say that I prefer not to wear clothing unless I absolutely must. Mr. Mrs. Her age and looks did not surprise me, as I had seen her picture on the company website and various promotional posters. I spent a little extra time on my makeup, softening here, highlighting there, comparing my appearance to my male pictures.
