Imogen Opens up part 2

“Morning Imogen!” called Mr Fellowes as I entered the office floor from the lift. I could hear him before I saw him, the old creep probably saw me on the CCTV. We took over two floors in an office block not far from the city square I was in yesterday. The old man liked to make sure he knew where people were so a camera opposite each lift, and another outside his office…or possibly he just heard my heels.“Morning boss!” I answered along the corridor where his office was at the end. Most of the two floors were a mixture of open plan and private offices, Fellowes had the Side escort Bayan corner office, of course. Little does he know I’d fucked his previous secretary across the desk while wearing her heels and my own panties during a Christmas party. This was before Imogen was around, so I now flip the memory to be him fucking me. I mean, us petite paralegals will do whatever it takes to get a head (heh).I settled into my desk and started work for the day, occasionally using my toe to play with my heels, which still turned me on. I got to dress Escort manavgat my fantasy every day; I knew how lucky I was. Work was mostly standard, nothing of interest this week, and no client meetings so I knew it would turn monotonous at times. I was about to grab my second coffee of the day just for a break when our receptionist called me via the intercom. “Not sure if you knew but we’ve a new start today, can you come and give them the tour?” Nat explained. I rolled my eyes, “No one ever keeps me updated,” I muttered walking alanya escort along the corridor, again enjoying the click of my heels on the hardwood flooring, and came to an abrupt stop at the front desk – there she was, the girl from yesterday.“Imogen, this is Parveen, she’s joining your team today. Can you show her around?” Nat asked me. I managed a nod, I was stunned. Parveen was incredibly gorgeous, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her black hair flowed down across one side of her head, the waves rushing down along her shoulder and onto her back. She had the same tan coat as yesterday which now was folded over her arm, with a matching bag hanging below. Sexy and understated, she had a simple black skirt suit with blush pink blouse, teamed with black leather high heels. She smiled at me, “Lead the way, Imogen,” she purred. Wow, even her voice was sultry.