A Little Bite of Guilt - Shit Shit.

Alex took out her phone, not missing how far away the smirk from an hour ago felt. She bit her lip, putting as much pain and want into the picture as she dared, and snapped the shutter. Maybe if she looked pathetic enough, bryce would let her come sooner. Alex imagined herself sitting across from her boss in his office where alex was able to make him do whatever she wanted. Her other hand drifted to her tits, running a finger over each nipple until the sensation grew past the point of comfort,. Then she rubbed them some more. A pit of guilt opened at the bottom of her stomach at the unintended disobedience. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean