The stapler

Oz counted eight pages and then made two separate stacks. He noticed that he didn’t have his stapler near him, so as he pressed his toe against Maria’s crotch again while leaning forward, feeling a bit of her bushy pubic hair brush against him, he asked Juan to go get him the stapler from the drawer behind him.

“Master Oz, what is stapler?” he asked and looked him in the eyes.

Oz looked back at him as Maria winced slightly from feeling more and more of the tingling sensation build up in her loins. She was panting heavily but tried to do it as silently as possible.

“Oh you know…” he moved his toe and rubbed it against her even more forcefully as he leaned forward a little in his chair. “It’s the stuff you use to hold together papers with.” Oz said and as he gestured the move with a stapler made out of air Juan knew what he wanted.

He stood up and opened the drawer. In this brief moment, Oz slightly drew his toe farther out and rubbed it against Maria’s inner thighs. He felt a slight dampness that had formed and was eager to tease her. Her face had been already bright red at this moment and her hands were either trying to hide away her face, or tried to casually play with her hair as if to disperse her own and Juan’s attention.

When Juan got back, he gave the stapler to Oz. As he leaned forward to grab them he began to push his toe towards Maria’s crotch again and started to circle his toe there, feeling small curtains spreading open. Maria shivered and felt very sensitive.

Oz stapled the papers, making two separate bunches, and slid one in front of Maria together with a pen. Maria took it and nodded as a signal of gratitude. She flipped through the pages, but her hands were slightly shaking. When she got to the last page, Oz said: