You receive an SMS in the early afternoon, I inform you that I pass in the corner and I wanted to know if you were there to make you a cuckoo, to see where you work. You answer me why not. I arrive at 2 pm and you detail me from top to bottom, boots, small black skirt, blouse whose open buttons reveal the birth of my breasts and even the lace of my bra. We kiss and chat, you offer me a coffee in your office. Are you alone, there is no one?
