The office is empty, save for one lonely worker. A pretty woman, she's been left behind to finish some paperwork. But as the clock ticks on, she finds her mind wandering, her thoughts turning to the illicit. She locks her door, a small smile playing on her lips. She knows she shouldn't, but the thrill of it, the danger, has her pulse racing. She leans back in her chair, her hand sliding down her body, under her skirt, touching herself through her panties. She's wet, so wet, and she knows she won't be able to resist much longer.