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her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lace bra, black stockings, black high heels and a tiny black lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert arse. She released her hair from its business-like bun, running her fingers through the dark blonde curls so that they framed her face and trailed down to her breasts. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the thought that her business colleagues would never recognise this wanton creature. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all times, and her buttoned-up appearance and serious persona reflected that duty. No-one who worked with Anna would ever guess that when she booked a day off, as she did every few