YVONNE'S P.O.V
The hot shower couldn't wash it away.
The guilt, the shame, but more importantly, the need to do it again
I was still burning hot from what had happened this afternoon.
The need to sit before Mr Voss and have him watch me as I pleasure myself consumed my mind. I wanted to do it again, I wanted him to touch and fill me with his fingers
The heat between my legs turned hotter than the water sluicing through my back.
My breath hitched and my n*****s once again peaked over the shower.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself back at the office as I washed my swollen breasts with my loofah. I pretended it was Mr Voss's hand touching my body.
I could see him clearly in my mind, I could see how the navy of his eyes shifted as his pupils blew wide with desire and passion.
My co
