Bondage brat

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Valerie Jones moved through the crowded lobby at Bloomingdale's, stopping to admire the sensuous red lipsticks and the gleaming, enamel nail polishes. She was a beautiful woman and enjoyed adorning her tall, exquisite body, with its high, full tits, or putting expensive cosmetics on her lovely face, with its wide blue-green eyes, pert nose and full, sensual lips.

As she moved on to the perfume counter and sprayed some Chanel Number Five at the base of her deeply tanned, elegant throat, she glanced up at the clock. It was almost two; her lunch hour was over and she hurried back to her Park Avenue office, where she was a very well paid secretary to a high-ranking lawyer.

Her long, tapering legs, in their expensive snake-skin shoes moved quickly across Lexington, then over to Sixtieth and West, to Park. Her boss, Mr. Eldridge, liked her, but she still didn't like to be late. In fact, she often thought that he liked her a little bit too much. She had watched his eyes travel down her body and linger at her chest where the full breasts began to swell upwards, or down at her legs, following their long, curved lines with greed and lust. He was attractive enough, but married and Valerie had been a poor girl for too long to bother with that.

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