Four! Power woman solo masturbation with a sensational image from the wonderful Cara
Monique felt like she’d been working hard since the day she was born. If she wasn’t at school, she was holding down a paper round, or a Saturday job in Top Shop, and then hours and days and lifetimes of temping filling in the gaps like Polyfilla.
At 38 – she could sit back in her top floor office, senior partner in the law firm of Lawson, Moore and Crossland – and with ten minutes to herself, decided to give in to temptation.
“Karen – no calls. Not even David. Not Judge Prentiss. Not my mother. NO ONE.” Kate nodded and watched her boss turn on her immaculate black stiletto heels and shut the office door behind her with a bang.
Monique’s office had the best view of the city – at 3pm that November day the light was already fading and an orangey glow settled over the view as she sat at her desk and let her eyes focus beyond the horizon for a moment or two.
It had been a bitch of a day. Meetings from 8am.
It had been a bitch of a week, even.
Maybe even a month. Just too much, even for her.
She kicked off her heels and reached under her desk for her purse.
In her purse was a zipped pocket.
In that pocket was a key.