you feel the fabric of her skirt rub back and forth against your crushed form as you remain molded flat to her butt, listening to the hurried click of her heels on the pavement. you had no idea where she was heading but you didn't want to remain stuck under this tight skirt all day. sadly you realised your designs had probably been left on the bus unless this woman had accidentally grabbed them with her things.
after a while her movements slow as she gets to her place of work. smiling "phew, im not late" she said to herself, unaware of her booty passenger. she swipes her keycard to get into the building and enters it, enjoying the cool air as the air conditioned lobby hits her skin. even you feel it under her skirt. as you hear the faint sound of machinery and the sound of her heels on the marble tiled floor you realise where you are. this woman works at your dad's factory. thank god, now all you had to do was get free...somehow.
Dana stopped at the water dispenser to take a quick drink after her power walk before heading over to her design station. she scratched her ass through her skirt feeling something odd but not thinking much about it. she began pulling her designs and art supplies out her bags when she noticed a pad of designs that wern't hers. curious, she sat down on her padded leather chair and crossed her legs flipping through it, looking at all the impressive designs. someone must have left it on the bus and she had grabbed it by accident.
you feel the skirt go taut and conform even tighter to her skin as she sits down, the soft thick padding of her chairs cushion pressing against you muffling the entire world to total silence and pitch blackness. you can't twitch, you cant even make a squeak. if this is going to be her entire day you are screwed. thankfully after looking through the pad Dana stands back up and decides to take this to her boss, your Dad.
she walks along and out to the factory floor, your Dad's office in a room above the factory floor so he can watch the machines at work from a safe distance. you struggle and twitch trying to dislodge with her movements as her ass cheeks moved with each step. you feel like you might be loosening as she walks up the stairs towards his office...
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