pretty sister’s crotch slave

Author: qiye
Word count: 5494
I knelt quietly under the narrow desk, facing the office chair, stretching my hands like a puppy, sitting on my lap, with my head resting on the bottom of the desk. Almost an hour later, my feet started to feel numb, and I was a little tired, so I put my elbows on the ground, lay down on the ground, put my face on the back of my hands, shifted my center of gravity forward, straightened my legs slightly, and the numbness disappeared immediately. When my nose was close to the floor, I took a deep breath of air. There was no smell, but in my hallucination, I seemed to smell a fragrance that resembled orchids.
This room is in the administrative office area of ​​the Libin Hotel, on the second floor. There is no window in it, and I dare not turn on the light. The surrounding is pitch black, and the exhaust fan is humming, waiting with me lonely. Calculating the time, it should be almost 8:30.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the key turning, I raised my head nervously and knelt down, the door opened, and the light from the corridor came in, and then I heard two crisp high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor, and with a click, the light in the room was also turned on, and my eyes were brighter, but the vision did not increase much. I was kneeling under the desk surrounded by three sides. In front of me was a chair with ∩-shaped feet. The width of the chair is only slightly narrower than the space under the table. Now the seat of the chair is placed under the table, and the high back of the chair completely blocks my view. The door was closed again, I heard the sound of the bag being thrown on the table, and the sound of changing clothes. Then I heard the high-heeled shoes approaching, the chair was dragged out, and two slender legs wrapped tightly in white jeans appeared in front of me, followed by my hand being kicked, but very lightly
“It’s coming, hehe”, a silver bell-like laughter came
“Wow, woof,” I responded; “So it depends on whether I’m there or not,” I thought.
The owner of the laughter ignored me and sat back in the chair. I saw her upper body up to her shoulders; the small black suit set off her slender waist and high chest very charmingly. In front of the left chest is a one-inch job number plate, with a colorful portrait photo attached to it, that is a delicate and beautiful face, with a few small characters written under the photo: “Zhang Liang from the Personnel Department”
Zhang Jing sat on the chair in front of me, then her hips moved forward, her legs came in from my shoulders left and right, she untied the belt, and raised her hips a little. I hurriedly grabbed her trouser waist and closed it, and the trousers were taken off to the knees.
I couldn’t help but took a deep breath, an inexplicable fragrance filled my internal organs, as if my soul had come out of my body at this moment; while intoxicated, I felt my face being pinched by my thighs, I hurriedly put my hands behind my back, touched Zhang Liang’s high-heeled shoes, took them off gently, then grabbed her trousers, pulled her pants down, then spread my hands and put them on the ground.