What Jo Likes...

'Oh god, oh god, oh god.'

Why did you write him that you are busy right now?

But not busy busy.

You still could write a bit.

But not that much.

Just a bit.

But why did you write it like that?

'What if he does write me? What if he writes a trigger?'

Just that thought alone spiked your arousal already.

You never thought about that specific question before.

You are busy.

You have to work.

From home, but you still have to work.

So what happens if he triggers you now?

Would you react to that?

Could you resist?

'But I cant resist. It always feels so good. Mmmmmm.'

Gosh, you arent sure anymore.

Another look on your phone.

Good, he didnt write me.

'Do I want him to write me?'

It is becoming so blurry in your mind.

You arent sure what it is.

Do or dont you want him to write you now?

You arent sure.

You shouldnt want it.

And yet, here you are, looking again on your phone.

'Oh god, I want him to write me. But what if he does?'

The realization hits you.

You want him to write you.

You want him to trigger you.

Right at work.

Heat is spreading through you.

You didnt notice it before but the wetness between your legs is obvious.

'How long....'

You are looking at your clock.

'30 minutes?'

You cant believe what you see.

Did you really think that long about this?

Or did you get triggered?

'Gosh, what if he did.....'

And your thoughts drift again.

Just like your hands sneakily start to rub.

Unnoticed by yourself.

Going undercover was always a risky assignment, and the detective was mandated to gain access to the smuggling ring.

The gang was moving all sorts across the border….cars, drugs, artwork and arms to name a few. She used her blonde hair, big tits and pretty face to cosy up with one of the mules. She was doing ok until she got recognised by a hooker she once busted.

She’s presently sat, stripped in the workshop waiting for Mr Big to arrive. In addition to the ropes framing her body, the cruel zip ties have been connected into a network of binds across her chest. With her worn pantyhose stuffed into her mouth and well sealed with clear tape, she has no option but to stay quiet and still. Every breath just concentrating on controlling her gag reflex.