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My fingers shakily went to the buttons to the vest of my uniform. My eyes watched his as my fingers continued the routine on my blouse. The heat of his gaze burned down my torso. Once the final button was undone, his hand moved to my shoulder.
I trembled as his fingertips brushed over my skin, pushing back the clothing and a few strands of my hair. He peeled the clothing off my body and revealed a gray jersey fabric bra.
How was I supposed to know I would be fucking someone on a table in a private room at my job? If I had known, I would wear something less comfortable and sexier, but you do not get heads up for these kinds of things.
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