Holy shit. Just walked back into my office after “lunch.” Or rather, I stumbled back into my office, head still buzzing, ass still smarting, pussy still throbbing. Looked down at myself as I did so and saw that the center button on my sweater had come unbuttoned.
And that there was:
- Dirt on my jeans from my knees to my feet
- Grime and rope marks on my wrists
- Strap-marks at the corners of my mouth
- Sawdust in my hair
- A glazed look in my eyes
And underneath it all, a pair of panties so obscenely wet it’s like I danced in the rain in them.
Go, Cards, indeed!