Return of the Team Lead

The project manager and team lead of whom I wrote last week are in the office again.

As I feared, as I hoped, as I dreamed, the team lead, the soul of elegance, is wearing a beautiful pair of boots today. What I would not give to hear her silky accented voice ask me to please get down on the floor and polish her boots with my tongue. I would fall over myself doing so, if I did not explode first.

I hope that they will have time to meet with me today. I will give the team lead whatever she wants just to be able to see her in those boots close up.

I am so easily manipulated, it is shameful. Yet I cannot help it. I cannot control who I am. I am a complete slut for a woman in boots.