From then on, the routine became perfect. Blake would come home from the gym, close the door, and without complaint, hand me his sweaty underwear before putting on the black thong I had bought especially for him. Tight, minimal, ridiculous on that huge body. He had to stay like that, all day, taking care of files as if he weren't my toy. Sometimes, I thought about what my colleagues would say if they knew what I was hiding in this office, but then I saw him bending down to pick up a folder, and I didn't care about anything else.
Edd
2025-03-11 01:49:47 +0000 UTC