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The post reads: I saw you getting into your little green Volvo. You were wearing black shorts, a red top, black bra and sexy black sandals. Your toenails are painted red, my favorite color, almost like you knew, your hair is curly, red, and sexy around your face... and your full lips were slightly parted due to the oppressive heat and humidity, they're also red... And now you're here cruising the personals looking for something, or someone, to help you. I'm that someone. Tomorrow, don't wear any panties, I'll follow you to your job, and take you from the parking garage on level 3 spot 38 where you always park. I look down at my red top, black shorts and bare feet. He just described everything I was wearing today, my car and my assigned parking spot. I feel my panties start to get soaked, is this really exciting me? I like the post and close my laptop and run to my room to find my favorite toy. Stalking my prey… I watch as she closes her laptop… then run upstairs and opens her windows. She looks around and pulls her top off, releasing those glorious ample breasts with nipples so hard, they could cut glass. I feel the familiar stirring in my cock, happy that I changed into a loose pair of shorts after work. I couldn’t help but notice her day in and day out, she’s my assistant after all. She’s shy, with a dark kinky side she hides. She doesn’t even try to be sexy, wearing black slacks, sometimes gray, a white button up blouse with the top two buttons undone. I wonder how it stays closed over her ample breasts, the buttons always seem to strain over them. She is a little on the voluptuous side, but she carries herself so very well. She’s never been anything but professional, but I have caught her looking in my direction a few times when I try to sneak a look at her. I watch as she continues to stare out the window, looking for me, while she plays with her nipples. How I would love to be sucking japanese and biting them right now. She disappears from the window and that’s when I leave… I have to get things ready for her. It’s a good thing that I have told the entire office that she will be working with me off-site, wouldn’t want HR to think something happened to her. Should I? Was that post really meant for me, or just a fluke? I looked at the profile and there was no identifying information. Maybe I shouldn’t even follow his directions… it would be nice though, if it were real. And even if not, I could just go without my panties and wear a skirt to work for once. In the shower, I take extra care, I shave, everything (just in case), I use my new loofah and it feels great to be extra clean, I’m already getting wet, wondering how I am going to make it through the day if this doesn’t happen. I worry about what I should do if I do get taken? Should I call out so my work doesn’t call the police? I want this to happen after all, but what if he doesn’t take me? I decide that if he mom does, I’ll just ask him to let me call out so my employer doesn’t worry about me. I bit my lip, stroking up and down her futa-shaft, coating it in suds while such delight rippled through me. She touched my pussy lips just right. The fourth japanese dress was quite interesting as well; the bib part was only wide enough to cover my nipples until I moved. She reached up to her nightstand and grabbed the medicine bottle off of it. At the same time I felt my hard nipples, my arousal. She is one of the people in our experimental treatment program. I am interviewing at the only time you are available. Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…”The water is so refreshing,” he said, reaching his hand to me…”Come on in…its cool and nice.” I hesitated and then let him take my hand. Even before the first course was mom served I felt Mr Moore’s right hand on my left thigh. I was untouchable. Maria Reenburg CGB already said if any of us touch her…” Make me cum.” “Savor it.” She got up and cleaned up. She had taken many drinks through the afternoon and evening, not enough to make her pass out or be sick, but enough to be very drunk. “I found and have been following them for the last hour!” I gloated, ultra proud of myself, knowing this one tracking will make the drone program an unqualified success. “That's it,” I moaned.