"Have a seat. I need you to look up some relevant case laws if we're going to prove Alicia not guilty," Rebecca said, dropping a hefty stack of papers on Isabella's desk. Isabella widely blinked to the absurd task suddenly given but quickly remembered there was no telling what you'll deal with when it came to working with Rebecca. She was, after all, just given the hardest one of wearing their partner for a case study. "Pfft! That's all? I was expecting a challenge besides proving I won't forget about the little guy," Isabella's said cocky, pulling out her chair to take a seat, to which Rebecca's friend giggled back as she started her workload.
Meanwhile, You could vaguely hear your coworkers squabble as Isabella glutes tediously jiggled often on you. Your body was already becoming sore as Isabella twisted and pulled at your string nonchalantly during her sporadic leg movement. You were finally reaching a giant pulse of pain as she sat suddenly sat with a heavy smack. Curse your body being so durable a typical thong for Isabella must have snapped by that action. She shimmed in her chair, getting comfy further at the unaware cost of forcing your face to become devoured by her backside. You started gagging, already smelling her asshole so close. It stank like she hadn't showered in days back here. "You can count on us!" you faintly heard Isabella loudly enough to say as she suddenly smacked her ass on the outside. She was hurling her ass cheeks to wave motion, shaking you to your very core to put you in more turmoil. You tried screaming enough times for a way out of this mess, but it wasn't beneficial.
After three hours into the job, Isabella had only finished one-fifth of the work given. She was starting to grow cracky from the sudden heatwave. "Can't believe they haven't fixed the A/C," Isabella utter tugging at her damp collar. The white dress shirt she wore for the day had two prominent pit stains. "Ugh god, my ass is a swamp," Isabella muttered, operating her thong as a makeshift sponge to mop up some of the mess as she tirelessly worked. You practically shrieked again. Her ass was a now prison sauna. Each drop somehow managed to get caught on one of your many wrinkles formed in your molded body, trickling down to your mouth like a foul drink. You couldn't imagine things being worse. But Isabella sure found a way as she started massaging your nose into her wrinkle hole. The disgusting smell of waste buried into your nostrils before another sweat droplet fell on your tongue.
It was now almost one pm, and Isabella had finally finished nearly half of the work completed. "Man, this paper works brutal I need a break," she muttered to Rebecca, who sat across her as she got up. Rebecca had a bit of sly smirk from watching her move, obviously knowing Isabella had forgotten you. You were once again maliciously griding between her cheeks. Each step was like a sharp jerk throughout your body. "Phew! It feels good to get out and stretch," Isabella uttered as she cleaned herself up a bit before pouring a cup of coffee.
You wanted to cry practically on your first day on the job, once again having a small optimism of hope things turn out better soon. "Ugh, does this have milk? I get pretty gassy when I have milk." Isabella spoke as the sound of her drinking more was heard. You desperately shook as the sudden rumble ahead of you grew loud. "No, please!" you begged, as a hot blast of rancid gas discharge right at you. You coughed as another more prolonged gust carried out.
Soon it was the end of the day, and Isabella had less than half of the paperwork left. She bundled up the paperwork together, making her way to the door where Rebecca stood in her way. "Don't you forget something?" Rebecca asked her colleague. Isabella brushed her hair before snapping her fingers. "Your right!" she quickly ran back over to her desk. "My coffee, thanks for reminding me!" she laughed, taking a sip. Rebecca finally had that coy smile of her past bully instinct. "Yeah, that's right!" she smiled, letting Isabella pass to head home, watching her buns strut carrying you away.
You didn't quite know what was happening on the outside. But the sound of a car engine starting typically didn't sound good. You tried to wiggle your way out, but Rebecca's craftwork was top notch, making you linger as a thong much longer without a bit of assistance. Isabella got home late, throwing her keys and casework to the table. She prepared herself some dinner and undressed out of everything but you. "I don't remember my tan thong being so comfy before or this absorbent?" she laughed, tugging more at your waistband. Before ultimately
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