He canes me again three times on my ass. The plug makes me feel so full. The strikes only pushed it in deeper and make me clench my ass hole on it. It vibrates deep within my bowels. I had forgotten how much I loved that.

He pulls me me up, straightens my clothes and sends me out to go on the air. My squirts have made the blouse wet and transparent. Even my aerolas show through. It will me so humilliating and yummy. I mean, this isn't what I planned on, but I ...

The anchor introduces me as the new weather girl. He winks at me. I groan how at how slick he thinks he is. He is nothing to me. Only Tim matters. He asks me a stupid question, but I answer him nicely.

There is weather all over the country that I need to report on. Every move I make causes my nipples to brush against my wet blouse. I don't even fight it anymore. I stand up straight, my nipples straining to be released from my blouse. What will everyone think?

As I move the plug feels awkward inside me. I feel it with every step. My cunt is so wet the moisture slides back to my ass. I'm almost done with my report. It starts to slide. I clench down pulling it back inside me. The feeling of it moving and the fear of it falling are delicious. I feel the wave of pleasure drench me. when I clench my skirt moves accross my welts, his welts. The pain is thrilling.

The anchor asks me another question, but I didn't hear him. I apologize and ask him to repeat it. I answer with a smile and say "Back to you, Paul."

I'm done. I did it. I continue to clench my ass thinking how toned it will become from all this exercise. I hope he will be proud of me. Everything now depends on what he thinks. I don't care about the good jobs the crew say. I need him to say it. I want him to approve.