Back to your desk

You take the walk of shame back to your desk. Well it would have been the walk of shame if you weren't take pride in your sluttiness and there wasn't a hint of lust in the eyes of your silent watchers.

Unintentionally you take a sexy pose, sitting on the edge of your chair, your shoulders pulled backwards by their strict bondage, your back arched, accentuating your modest butt and bust out. Your phone rings, but you ignore it; you doubt you could answer it, anyway. You continue to read your paper mail bent over your desk. Raph teases you through the vibrator in your pussy.

Your computer chimes letting you know there is an email you guess it is another task for you to fail to get done. After about five minutes you are interrupted by the next actual distraction.