Office

Author: thfqy
Word count: 12173
In June, I went to Nanjing for a business trip with my immediate boss, Director Wen (female), and we were going to stay there for about a week. In fact, I don’t really want to go on a business trip with her – although she is almost forty-five years old, she still has a lot of charm, but she is usually strict with her subordinates, and everyone is quite afraid of her. But to be honest, there are really not many women at her age who can maintain this figure, appearance and temperament. A person who is forty-five years old also looks thirty-six or seventeen, and still looks like a plump and beautiful middle-aged woman. However, I think she may have been a leader for a long time, and she usually talks and behaves more seriously (but I heard from some colleagues that although she is unsmiling in the unit, she is quite romantic and open outside, which can be said to have spread far and wide), and she has no feminine taste, so I have no interest. In addition, she is nearly twenty years older than me, so it is impossible for me to have any wrong thoughts about her, and she should also treat me as her son.
After arriving in Nanjing, the local counterpart department warmly received us. That night, the other party tried to persuade us to drink at the dinner table, and Director Wen’s boldness was well-known throughout the system. So she let go of the drink. After drinking the red wine, she drank the white wine and finally served the beer to “gargle”. I am an ordinary staff member, so no one persuaded me to drink, and I remained 70% to 80% sober, while Director Wen was almost drunk. We drank until 10:30 in the evening, and the reception unit sent us back to the hotel where we were staying. There was a lesbian who wanted to help Director Wen back to her room. In order to maintain the image of the Director (for fear that she would lose her composure because of being drunk), I declined, saying that I am a young man, and I can still help a woman. The other party happened to save an extra trip upstairs, so I staggered into the elevator and staggered into her room with the help of Director Wen.
As soon as she entered the room, Director Wen went straight to the bathroom and vomited. After more than half an hour of tossing, she came out pale, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep without even taking off her shoes. I saw her look, so I helped her take off the high-heeled slippers and covered her with a thin blanket. Seeing her white and sexy feet, I actually had an impulse. I was planning to go back to my room, but I was afraid that she would wake up in the middle of the night and make a fuss, so I thought I would just spend the night on the sofa in Chief Wen’s room, and take care of her in case something happened. I fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know how long it took, I seem to hear someone groaning in pain. I opened my eyes and found that it was already daylight. I saw Wenchu ​​lying on the head of the bed. I hurriedly got up and went over to ask, “Wenchu, are you feeling sick and want to vomit?” Wenchu ​​opened his eyes weakly, saw me, and asked in surprise, “Why are you here?”. I replied, “Oh, you were drunk yesterday, so I slept on the sofa. I’m afraid you need to drink water at night, and someone can take care of you.”Really caring. After she finished speaking, she yelled “Ouch” a few more times. I quickly asked, “Do you still feel sick?” Wen Chu said a little embarrassedly, “No, it’s because my stomach hurts and I want to go to the bathroom, but I don’t feel strong anymore.” Every time I drank too much alcohol, I would have diarrhea the next morning, and I would always be woken up by the pain in my stomach. When I heard Wen Chu say the word “diarrhea” casually in front of me, I felt inexplicably excited, and felt that what she said was very lewd. So I said to her, “Then let me help you to the bathroom.” ”
Wen Chu said, “Okay, hurry up! Ouch, my stomach hurts, and my ass is so sore.” At this time, I heard her say the word “ass” again, and I felt even more excited. I helped Wen Chu to the door of the bathroom, but I couldn’t open the door anyway. It turned out that she locked the door after she vomited in it last night, and it is impossible to call the waiter to open the door at this early. While I was thinking about what to do, Wenchu ​​might have another cramping pain in her stomach, so she quickly covered her asshole with one hand, and yelled “Ouch, Ouch” several times. With an idea, I boldly said in a voice trembling with excitement, “Wen Chu, the bathroom door can’t be opened now. You are in such a hurry, why don’t you just pull it into my mouth, and I’ll catch it for you. Let me make your human toilet, okay?” I guessed that she would not refuse me with such a stomachache. She asked me back, “Don’t you think it’s dirty?” I quickly said, “It’s my honor to serve you. In fact, I’ve always dreamed of being able to eat shit from a beauty like you.”