She sighed, then seemed to perk up. "You're right! You don't know who I am, I don't know who you are, Mr. Corporate Robot. The fact is, they wanted to know who I had the biggest hots for that I've never done anything about. The problem is, more than one of the people there knew the person I've got wet panties for, and I couldn't take the chance of word getting back to that person."
I noticed that she'd carefully not revealed the gender of that "person." Was this slut-suited beauty afraid to reveal her lesbian crush on a roommate or something? Or was it something naughtier yet? Maybe she lusted for Carrot Top! Or Dick Cheney!
I stepped closer to her, and begin to fondle her through the outfit. She moaned, and leaned into my fingers as they stroked her clit through the g-string. "Listen, my little leather slut, you know you want to tell somebody; and who better than the Robot? I AM fully functional. Maybe I can make you feel better: but only if you tell your dark secret!" |