Pete the Postman
Pete slowly walks forward as the secretary suspiciously watches him.
"Anything?" Pete asks, her perfume now filling his nostrils.
The secretary nods nervously when Pete suddenly grabs her arm and pulls her close. He runs his spare hand up her leg and under her skirt. He can hardly contain his libido.
"You've been a very naughty girl. You know you need punishing, don't you?" He whispers, his lips barely a centimeter from her neck.
She nods again and no sooner she finds herself lying on the desk.
"Anything?" Pete asks, her perfume now filling his nostrils.
The secretary nods nervously when Pete suddenly grabs her arm and pulls her close. He runs his spare hand up her leg and under her skirt. He can hardly contain his libido.
"You've been a very naughty girl. You know you need punishing, don't you?" He whispers, his lips barely a centimeter from her neck.
She nods again and no sooner she finds herself lying on the desk.