The day from hell at work.

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The day from hell at work.It was 9pm.I knew that for sure as I’d spent the last 4 hours watching the clock every few minutes and I could have sworn it had stopped on more than one occasion. Time to head home at last, my day from hell was over. Usually I only work until 5pm so this extra 4 hours I’d made myself do to finish off a backlog of paperwork away from screaming c***dren at home was a requirement as much as it felt like a punishment as I sat there alone in the office these last four hours, long after everyone else had departed for their homes.I got my jacket, my bag and made sure I had everything. Car keys? Check. Mobile phone? Check.Looking out the window in the direction of the car park it looked bloody miserable, a typical British January night, very slippy underfoot and freezing cold for good measure.I typed in the alarm code and locked the doors behind me, “Should I phone Mick” I wondered to myself but decided against it, he’ll be busy getting the c***dren to bed and he knew what time I was leaving at so there’s no need, after all, I’ll be home in 30 minutes and in his arms.I started walking the 100 yards or so to the municipal car park which we share with another couple of offices, I remembered my car was on the top floor, which is an open floor, but the elevator will get me there faster than my tired limbs. I press the button and luckily the elevator is already there. I step inside and press button number 5 but nothing happens, the doors remain güvenilir bahis siteleri open and it doesn’t require me to be a genius to figure out I’m going to be walking up these stairs after all.I start what seems like a mountaineering-esque climb up the stairs and … Hold on … Is that someone’s footsteps I hear? I turn around but there’s nobody there so I keep walking onwards and upwards if you’ll pardon the pun.I get as far as the 4th floor and again I feel like I hear footsteps so again I stop … Nothing, there’s nobody there. “Get a grip of yourself Jo” I say to myself as instead of metaphorically getting that grip I instead clutch on to my handbag a bit tighter while taking my phone out of the bag and placing it in my other hand ready to call Mick after all, I don’t want to now though, he’ll give me into trouble for not phoning him to accompany me on my walk so I’ll phone him when I get in the car.I reach the 5th floor and as I do I hear the elevator doors closing. I look around and sure enough the elevator is slowly beginning to descend once more, that means someone is here I think to myself but where? I can see nobody, I hear nothing, no cars driving away and with it so late there’s not many cars here anyway.I start walking , again I feel like I’m being watched at the very least, I’m aware that regardless of the temperature I’m starting to perspire so I start walking faster , why did I park so far away, why?Another sound mobilbahis of footsteps, I turn and there he is, wearing what looks like a man dressed in black, I await not to ask what he is doing and start running but that’s not easy when wearing heels and I slip and turn my ankle in the process, my phone too hasn’t survived the fall and lies in 3 pieces a cars length away from me.The footsteps aren’t there anymore though, I cant hear anything beyond my whimper, I use my arms to try and raise me up and limp to my car and I think I’m managing fine until suddenly I feel that I’m not alone.He’s right behind me now, I’m basically standing holding onto a concrete pillar for support and this creep has taken his chance, not to show any chivalry but instead to take an opportunity that he maybe never thought he’d get when I looked like I was going to reach my transport safely.I go to ask him what he wants but before a word leaves my mouth he has pushed me hard against the pillar and is rolling my skirt up to my hips, I’m wearing a very conservative skirt and suit jacket but as ever at Mick’s request I’d also went for wearing hold ups as opposed to nylons and this appears to suit this thug who looks to be trying to invade me.I think about screaming but before I can even issue the threat he has covered my mouth with his hand and has pushed my underwear to the side and is running his fingers along my always moist mound.Almost as soon as he touches mobilbahis giriş me he stops, he kisses my neck and nibbles my ear, God I love it when Mick does that to me I think for a split second for some weird reason and then I hear his footsteps again and he’s gone, almost as quickly as his actions occurred he has departed and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief.I get into the car and start the engine but instead of driving away immediately as I thought I would in these circumstances I instead wonder if what happened actually did just happen? It seems too surreal, too fast, too ridiculous but it did happen. After a few minutes I start my journey home with my ankle throbbing as much as the deviant’s cock seemed to be, I fumble about in my bag to phone Mick and “Shit, my phone”, Now all I’m worrying about is someone getting hold of my phone and seeing any of the pictures and videos I like watching of Mick and I in action.I pull into the driveway, it’s after 10pm now so I know the c***dren will be asleep but what will I tell Mick?I walk in to the house to be greeted by him asking how the day of hell I’d predicted turned out after all.. I don’t respond right away. Instead my eyes are drawn towards a black jacket that’s hanging up over the door and I ask Mick, “Who’s jacket is that” to which he replies “My brother came down to see the k**s tonight, I nipped out and got some petrol for my car”, I ask “What time was this at Mick” to which he nonchalantly responds “At the same time as you finished tonight sweetheart” and then follows it up by saying “and I’ll get your phone sorted tomorrow for you” as he reveals he’s holding the 3 parts of my broken phone in his hand.I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, maybe I’ll divorce him instead.

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