"I wore something special today," Emily stood seductively in the doorway watching me, "I have a lunch meeting with an new client and wanted to make an impression on him."
I watched as she raised her skirt, showed me the top of her stocking, felt my clit swell in the cage.
"Think he'll notice if I sit next to him?"
"How...how could he miss," I asked, butterflies in my stomach.
"Hmmm, try to get off work early, love, I might need some help when I get home." She looked down at the front of my panties, the bump of the chastity cage. "And just to be clear, not that kind of help," she smiled, "you still have two weeks to go."
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