Tell him to forget it

I cut him off with a small laugh. "Don't worry about that." I smiled at the poor man. "We can just ignore it."

He seemed surprised by this, but smiled back. "If ya insist."

I almost sprinted to my apartment after dismissing myself from Jake's office. Once I was in my apartment I took a deep breath. I started taking my work uniform off as I headed towards my bedroom. I was down to just my plane cream bra and work pants by the time I got to the bedroom.Part of me was very excited that my air conditioner issues were almost over. Part of me was a little conflicted by the fact that Jake all but confirmed that he was jacking off to someone that looked like me getting harassed and molested by the boarder patrol.

I had just folded my pants up and placed them in my dresser when a thought nagged at me 'Does that mean that Jake wants to see ME **** by the boarder patrol?'

"That's pretty fucked up." I offhandedly commented, as I unhooked my bra. "Bet the pervert would love to be the big dick of the law there to." I stood there a moment. Left in only my socks and basic black panties. As I stood there, I reflected back at the video. The humiliating strip searches she endured, being **** to suck the interrogator off. Before I even realized it my hand was sliding down the front of my panties. I started looking around. I imagined for a moment that Jake had hidden cameras in my room. He could be watching me right now. Or have been jacking off to the sight of me masturbating the last time.

"When even was the last time?" I asked myself, rubbing myself through my panties now. I flopped down on the bed and started rubbing harder as I played with my nipples. As I did, I pictured Jake in his office, watching on some hidden camera. His own dick in his hand. I wondered what it was like. Long, thick, short, or thin? He'd whisper demeaning words for me under his breath as he jacked it to me masturbating on my bed.

I pulled my panties off and was about to toss them aside when I stopped. 'No, Jake would want to shove these in my mouth.'

I sat up and looked around, "What am I doing?" I looked down at my panties, reflecting on how disgusting the thought of chewing on my own panties was. Was I really rubbing my clit while thinking about the old creepy guy in the basement spying on me and jacking off to it?

I looked down at my hips, my left hand slid down between my thighs. I knew the answer. I was rubbing myself while fantasizing about an old man watching. As my right hand lifted my panties to my face, imagined him standing there, phone recording me with one hand, and his cock in the other.

Panties don't really taste good. But that night, I couldn't help myself. I shoved my panties into my mouth. I bent over, fingering my pussy furiously with my left hand, as I occasionally slapped my own ass with the other. All the while I imagined Jake filming me, and jacking off as I did.