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 Diary Date: Wednesday January 2nd, 2002 (Early Afternoon)

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   I still feel flushed and excited as I sit here typing this entry.  My
nipples are tingling and my clit refuses to stop jabbing my pleasure senses
with reminders of what I've just done.  The large black dildo, still slimy
and smelling of my pussy juices has been returned to the bottom drawer of
my desk.  I haven't locked the drawer; I'm enjoying the heady excitement of
the risk leaving it unlocked causes me.

   Jeff has been locked away in his office all day.  I can't help thinking
he's in there reading all about me; savoring the pictures of me; conspiring
with Mike to humiliate me even more.  I clamp my knees together at the
thought and try to fend off another little ripple of excitement that
threatens to escalate into a much larger shudder of orgasmic delight.

   My mind is entirely away from work today.  I can't help daydreaming
about what might have happened if Jeff or Steve had walked in on me in the
bathroom when I was in the throes of orgiastic pleasure, impaled on the
huge black dildo.  I imagine both of them bursting in on me; the looks of
satisfaction on their grinning faces as both start telling me how they
"always suspected you were kinky!" Mocking me for the lie I've lived.  How
would I ever be able to deny it if they actually caught me in the act?  I'm
sure my greatest pleasure would be in my attempts to try explaining myself;
in being forced to surrender to the truth; to both of them; to everybody.

   I look at the clock for the umpteenth time - 2:07pm.  Less than two
hours before work finishes.  Less than two hours before I know whether or
not TODAY will be the day when Jeff confronts me with the truth.  Again I
think of him sitting in his office next door and pawing over the photos and
stories about me sent by Mike.  I need a glass of water.  I need air!