Your sex-crazed mind just ignores him. As he puts his work clothes on and picks up the phone, you find yourself licking his delicious, intoxicating semen off your lips and chin, and using your fingers to get the rest.
When you finish, Mr. Blair kneels down next to you and says, "What do you say we do this again? I have time around 10:30 tomorrow." You say maybe, depending on your schedule, but you know you'll find away.
Mr. Blair rushes out the door, saying, "Type my e-mail, I have a meeting."
Refocusing your sex-crazed mind, you compose a e-mail to the specifications on his desk. That wasn't to bad--if your work is just sex and the minimal amount of work you did today, you feel like working here won't be to bad.
You're not very hungry, so you just grab a soda from the break room vending machines and report back to Mr. Strickland.
He looks over some notes from the various business men, and says, "Well, JoAnne, you did good today. Apparently you spilled coffee on Mr. Reagan, but even the most experienced secretaries make mistakes. And Mr. Blair says he 'enjoyed working with you.'" Across his desk, he hands you your pants and says "Because I know you're busy with school, and because your first day went so well, you can go home early today."
You rush home quickly, and find your mom working. You tell her how your day went--leaving out a few explicit details--and she seems to approve. But that doesn't mean you get out of your diaper, though.
Sitting alone in your room in your diaper, you get a text. From Davis.
"Hey," it says. 'Hey'?!?!?! After what his uncle did to you?
"What do you want?" you reply.
"Just gonna invite you to hang with me and some of the guys."
Hmm...maybe it's a trick. At the same time, it could just as easily be a sign of friendship or goodwill after what he had his uncle put in your contract.
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