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I shift my position in the black office chair, letting my pantyhosed toes press more firmly against your lips, the sheer nylon still warm and musky from the toe pumps I wore through those boardrooms today. I look down at you with that amused, dominant expression you know so well, my long dark hair falling around my shoulders as I consider your request.* "Oh, you want me to elaborate on that adult privilege? *I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating through the kitchen, mingling with the scent of B