Order In The Office // h.s.
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Last published Sun, Nov 15, 2015
I thought I just signed up for an assistant job. It began normal, get the normal coffee order, file a few papers. Answer a few e-mails. But something about my boss, Mr. Styles was different. And I could notice it. Others seemed to, but I knew it from the moment I saw him. And his especial behavior became very prominent when he asked me to be his submissive.
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