I knew something was happening inside your brain: too many times you look at my shoes and boots, and you also give me nice compliments from time to time when I wear new stuff. Or when we were working on a new Marketing plan the other week, and you kept touching my boots with my shoes... I thought that was just a mistake, but you were actually in love with that pair, uh? Your secret is not a "secret" anymore, I also know about your kinks and seems our boss enjoyed that... did she then give you a rise or something? Doesn't matter... We have some break time later this morning and the office floor above us is still empty as unfinished... no one is there. I'll wait you there and brink your cock board, the one you used the last time with your boss. I know you always have one on your car, she told me about that too.