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her skirt, and sliding one hand down into her panties.  She felt his hand on top of hers, his fingers lined up with hers, following her every move.  Their fingertips traced their way through the small patch of hair, and Lisa began to tickle small circles between her legs.  She started to get lost in the sensation, running her hand and his over the lips of her pussy, feeling the heat building.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered to her.  His free hand slipped up under her blouse, exposing her stomach to the cold air-conditioned room.  While the hand on hers below was gentle, the one groping at her breast was fierce, but certain.  His fingers raced along the sensitive skin underneath, and then he pinched Lisa’s nipple.  She let out a sigh as she felt his fingers all over her.  He ran his fingernails across her stomach, not quite scratching and began to massage her other breast.
    Against her back, resting against the curve of her butt, his manhood throbbed.  As she played with herself, he followed her led, but began to apply more pressure with his palm, pulling her against him.
    Lisa felt her breath begin to quicken.  The Master nipped at her ear and then whispered, “I want to slip my fingers inside you.”  Lisa nodded against him.  “Lift that perfect little ass,” he ordered.  Lisa did as she was told.  The master stopped following her hand as she caressed her clit.  He pulled her skirt up, and grabbed her panties, pulling them down below her knees.  Lisa sat back down, and lifted one leg, slipping it completely free.  The Masters fingers came from below, and one slipped into her well lubricated hole.  She whimpered with pleasure.
    “Are you going to cum, Lisa?” He growled in her ear.  She nodded, and fleet his penis rise a little.  “Are you going to cum for me right here at your desk, Lisa?”  She nodded again, and felt his pleasure.  He slid another finger inside of her.  “Do you promise to cum for me, my perfect little pet?”  She nodded again.
    “Lisa, is everything alright?” Josh asked.  Lisa’s eyes shot open.  He was standing at the front of the room, a binder in his hand.  She shot back in her chair with a yelp.  The Master wasn’t there, and she slammed into the back of the chair and the wall.
    “Yep!” she said in an uncertain voice.  She was alone, but her blouse was half way up her stomach.  Worse still, her hand was down the waist of her skirt.  She wheeled the chair forward under her desk so Josh wouldn’t be able to see, at least if he hadn’t already.  She could feel the red flush of her face, the sweat coating her.  The skirt had bunched up around her legs even more when she shot back, and now her legs were glued to the chair with perspiration.  Her panties were hanging around one knee.  “Just … feeling a bit warm is all.”
    “We have the Tuesday afternoon meeting.  Are you going to be alright?  Do you need to go home?”
    “I’ll be fine,” Lisa lied.  Josh had taken a step closer when he asked, and if he came back to their desks, he couldn’t miss the fact that she had just been fingering herself.  Jenny and Linda came in, and sat at their desks in front of her, and Margery waddled in to her own seat.  Thankfully, Josh stood at the very front of the room talking to them all.
    The administrative meeting started, and Lisa wished it was over, that everyone would leave, so that she could get dressed and run away.  She wasn’t certain what Josh knew, but if anyone found out, she could never show her face here again.
    On the screen of her monitor, a notepad file opened itself.  Words started typing.  The file said “Keep going Lisa.”
    Lisa looked around.  Her co-workers were starting some argument about who would get what week off for Christmas.  Her hand was trapped down her skirt.  She looked at the notepad again.  She ran her fingertip just inside the soft edge of her parted lips.  It had never felt so good.  Here was a