"Call this a tribute to the one and only serious mainstream job I ever had," says fetish freak Danilla, with a laugh. "It didn't last long. The dress code said tan pantyhose, and I had a love-hate relationship with them. I hated being told what to wear, but when I went without panties and got that seam in just the right spot along my slit… whoa!" She splashes cold water on her small, perfect breasts and her nipples instantly stiffen. "I'd grind against my chair, biting down on a pen so I wouldn't scream as I came. Or I'd be in the bathroom, fingering my shaved pussy. I also got off on shredding my pantyhose. One little rip in them, and as soon as I got home I'd tear them off, then pump my pussy till I was cumming hard. I got fired – it's hard to work when you're horny to the point of oblivion. Now I just spend my days doing what I love – getting naked and kinky outdoors and making myself orgasm, over and again…"