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"Hi Ren, got a minute? I need your help with something." A female voice called out as my office door began to open. I opened my eyes and pulled my hand up from below my desk as fast as I could.

Wha?!! OMIGOD!!

I interlinked my hands on the desk and made eye contact with her as she just peered her head around the door. It was Susan, who had already seen me in my briefs earlier when I bent over and showed her and two others all the holes in my underwear. She was a pretty woman, with curly blonde hair, and an hourglass figure. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse that hugged her large breasts tightly over a pink bra that made its frills visible in the neck of her cleavage.

whatmustshethinkofme? didsheevenseeme? didsheseeiwasmasturbating?!! icanseedropsofprecumonmyfingerscanshe?!! howcouldievenconsidermasturbatingatwork!

"Sure, Susan, please sit down. What can I help you with?"