Uneventful, but leading in to the weekend

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday went by without any issues. She salved up more privately the next few times at work, using a locked washroom in the seldom used second floor bathroom. Seldom used, of course, because that floor was usually reserved for test subject orientation, but it was a commonly held fact that people used it as a office ‘safe space’ during quiet months to de-stress. Currently there were no orientation courses, all the test subjects were either in the holding suites or on observation. It was the perfect place to go.

She did get an email confirming that from next week she’d have managerial access, so that would likely give her a better place to apply her lotions, however she was anticipating not needing to any more. Her final dosage was to be Saturday morning and she was sure it would take well, even if it took a few more days after to enable actual cumming.

She couldn’t wait. The sooner it worked, the sooner she could write up results, present and eventually remove the appendage. But something strange had begun to happen that she wasn’t sure what the cause was.

She was fantasising about licking her hand. The taste, the liquid. Something about it had caught in her mind and wasn’t letting go. The sensation. She didn’t know what, but it was drawing her in. She found the act itself disgusting, so why did it stick in her mind so much?

She’d not noticed much pre-cum discharge in the past few days, mainly due to applying the lotion with a towel that must have soaked it up... but she was missing it. Th pre-cum itself.

How bizzare...