WOOD POV
Mae’s laptop was a far bigger treasure trove of insight than I’d first anticipated. I found her personal email address logged in her browser history, and automatic sign in was checked.
Under anything like normal circumstances I’d have shied far away from this kind of invasion of privacy, but having just read ream upon ream of personally documented descriptions of the way my manhood hung in my suit trousers, I wasn’t feeling quite so willing to adhere to professional ethics.
I’d already copied every single one of those documents to my laptop for closer examination later, but having unloaded my balls under my office desk once already, I was now on the hunt for more insight into my naughty little trainee.
Her emails were generally sweet but standard. Check-ins with her mother whe
