I caught you trying to look up my skirt, and the other day when I bent over, I caught you trying to look down my shirt. You’re an underwear pervert, aren’t you? I’ve heard that some guys have a fetish for that, but I didn’t know one of you is right here in my office. You know, I could get you in trouble for harassment. For making me uncomfortable. But the truth is, I’m just amused. I’m also intrigued because I think this will be a great way to get ahead around here. I have a feeling that I can control you with your fetish. You’re going to prove my theory right here & now… by jerking off for me. Come on now. No point in being shy. I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for months. The tent in your pants betrays you. Kneel in front of me so you can get a good look. From now on, you’ll type up all my notes and do all the work that I dread about this job. You’ll be my unofficial assistant. And once in a while, when I’m in the mood, I’ll tease you with my panties, and sometimes I’ll even let you cum to me. This is going to be a lot of fun for me. As you're lying on the floor, looking up my skirt, dreaming of what it would be like to shrink yourself down, remind yourself that this is now the power I have over you.