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I still can hardly believe it happened. It was my summer internship. On one particularly stressful day, I snuck into the empty conference room for a little “me time” during lunch.
I was just getting into it, one hand in my panties and the other pinching my nipples through my thin blouse, when I heard the door open. I froze. There was my boss, Mr. Johnson, staring at me with a shocked expression that quickly turned hungry. Fuck.