Well enough, but...

Julie made her way over to the copy room, glancing about one last time as she entered the room, even more conscious of her swaying breasts and the rough material of her jeans on her ass than she had been a half an hour ago. The copy machines, normally incongruous, seemed sinister in light of what she was about to do, and she cringed inwardly as she worked out how she was to accomplish this task.

Getting her breasts on the machine was the easy part. What would be harder was putting her fingers in her vagina and bum. For a brief moment, she entertained the idea of risking not doing it, but quickly cast it aside. Her blackmailer seemingly knew everything about her, no matter where she was, and she couldn't afford any more punishments.

Her face burning with shame, she pulled her blouse over her breasts, then leaned over the machine, feeling her breasts press into the cool glass of the copy surface. As she stuffed her hand into the front of her pants, she realized her jeans were too tight to put her other hand down. She'd have to pull her pants down. She undid the button of her jeans, and **** them down below her hips.

As she leaned over the copy machine again, she stuck a finger in her vagina, stabbed the button to start the copy, and **** the other finger into her ass. As she stood there, her bare ass and filled holes presented to the door, her face burned hotter. Something was different, however, something which disturbed her to her core.

She wasn't just humiliated or degraded by the lewd acts she was performing. Deep down inside, she was starting to get turned on, her juices dampening her finger even as the heat of the running copy machine radiated through her breasts. Time seemed to slow as Julie's emotional conflict raged through her, humiliation and libido vying for control, her finger growing steadily wetter, juices oozing around it.

Her finger had just started pumping in and out of her vagina when the machine suddenly beeped that it was done. She jumped in shock, her head twisting to the door even as her hands yanked her jeans up and her blouse down. Luckily no one was there, and she took a deep, steadying breath as she tried to regain control of herself.

As she walked back out of the copy room, she was distracted by her sensitive nipples rubbing against her blouse as she walked, not helping her libido recede in any way, and by the fact that, without panties, her arousal would become very apparent, very soon. If she didn't manage to get out of here, and soon, she was going to have bigger problems than the copies. And there was still the issue of her arousal in the first place. Why was she...

Her train of thought was abruptly cut off as her phone rang again. Trembling with humiliation and arousal, she answered her phone...