I knew it. I just knew it. All this timeÂ I suspected you were jacking off to my picture and today I caught you. You prick. Only it wasn’t just my picture was it. I saw you close your desk drawer quickly when I came in. You just weren’t expecting to turn around while looking for that file in the bottom drawer were you? You didn’t even notice at first because your eyes wereÂ glued to the panties that were showing, licking your lips like a fool, stroking your crotch. When I confront you, you blame me for wearing slutty clothes and pushing myself on you. Well I will show you who is really the slut. I walk over to the door and lock it. Turning back, I watch as you shift uncomfortably in your chair. I sit on your desk, place my high heel into your thigh, just below your balls, and tell you,Â “take off your pants.” You refuse. I grab your tie, pulling you towards me and demand again that you remove your pants. I press my heel in to make my point.Â You get up, take your pants off and stand before me, cock erect. I look at your pathetic cock and laugh. I slip off my panties and throw them at you. “You need these more than I do.” You actually started to drool. I am going to have such fun with you.