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I don't say anything. I'm at a loss for words. "There's more to my story," she says. "From last week. The shoe store." "How could I forget? Tell me, if you'd like." Annie gets on her knees, right between my legs, beside my desk. I should tell her to stand but she's already made up her mind. She undoes my shoes, putting them neatly on the floor, side by side. She strokes my bare calves. Am I uncomfortable? Very. But I can't bring myself to stop her, I'm too curious about what she's doing, and I'm too aroused. "I've never shared this with anyone, but I wanted to tell you. So you can have a better idea of where I'm coming from. When I worked at the shoe store, I was enamored by professionally dressed women. And they were enamored with me. They thought I was pretty. My boss noticed the gla