i wonder if my co-workers notice that i’m rhythmically clenching my asscheeks in a futile effort to prevent “secretary’s spread” or if they just think i’m chair-dancing to the music in my head.
i wonder if my co-workers notice that i’m rhythmically clenching my asscheeks in a futile effort to prevent “secretary’s spread” or if they just think i’m chair-dancing to the music in my head.
perhaps they’re wondering if you have gas…?
I just don’t know what to say to that!