07:50With another series of lurching rattles, my train crossed the bridge and entered the station. As it did so, I caught a few fleeting glimpses of the river buses and the London Eye.A particularly violent lurch over the points sent a delightful spasm through my already tender pussy.The seething mass that was my fellow passengers swept me toward the exit door and then out onto the platform before depositing me like jetsam from a tide.I straightened my mac, checked my bag was still with me and started for the barriers.07:55Stopping across the road from my office building, I slipped out of my sneakers and into my heels to comply with the dress code of Digby Smythe and Simpkins Solicitors LLP.I took a moment to rub my ankle, kicked by a fellow commuter as we tumbled from the train, Yakacık escort bayan and headed inside.08:01DSS had the entire twenty-third floor of the building. Exiting the high-speed lift, I passed through the lobby with its deep wood tones and badged myself through security and into the reception area.Debbie, the senior receptionist waved me over before I had gone ten feet and handed me a red message slip. Red was used by the partners to indicate the message was important.“Mr Simpkins said to remind you that he has a conference in room four this afternoon and he wants a full executive buffet. It is in your diary.”I smiled my thanks, taking in Debbie’s bright blue eyes, perfectly styled blonde hair, and immaculately French polished Escort Atalar fingertips. Like all the reception staff she wore an almost sheer cream blouse, navy blue pencil skirt, sheer black stockings, and four-inch patent heels.The partners were insistent that the right image was projected from the moment a prospective client stepped out of the lift. Debbie’s first task every day was to inspect her team and ensure that they were correctly dressed.As ever Debbie’s lacey bra was firm enough to keep her full breasts in place but thin enough to allow a hint of nipple.I took a long look, hopefully without being too obvious, and felt another dampening of my pussy.08:05Clutching the red slip, I tried again to make it to my office. It was already Kadıköy escort five minutes past eight and time was of the essence.“Miss Redman.”I turned to my name and was greeted by Isaac Goldstein, an intern from the Mergers division.Shy and always uneasy around women, he stuttered on about an issue with his manager’s computer whilst trying to keep his eyes away from my breasts and legs, which I accept is no easy thing.I assured him that I would speak with the IT department and moved as briskly as I could in the direction of my office. The long strides seemed to tease my aching pussy, the spike heels lifting my hips only adding to my problems.08:09Tina Jones, a tall leggy redhead from building services, appeared alongside me. “You look flushed this morning.”“I’m fine, I’ve just got a lot on my to-do list today,”“Okay, still on for our lunchtime run?”“Yes, twelve-thirty, usual spot on the towpath.” I paused at my door.Nodding her understanding, Tina was already walking away, her heels clacking on the tiles as she strove to catch up with a member of the janitorial staff.