Sir.. close the door. Lock it. Get on your knees. I'm your secretary.

The one in the little office skirt with nothing underneath. The one you never suspected. But I heard the rumor going around the office...you like girls who fart. And I've had a crush on you for MONTHS.

So I snuck you in here, and I'm finally giving you what you've been craving. Kneel down. Lower. Right there. Under my skirt is exactly where you wanted to be, and now you're staring up at my thick bare ass with nothing in your way. And I'm going to rip every single fart right into your face. Nasty ones. Stinky ones. POWERFUL ones that blast out of my bare hole and hit you point blank.

I lift the skirt and let it go. Hot gas pouring straight down onto your face while you kneel there under your secretary's skirt, sniffing every bit of it. The wet ones. The loud ones that echo off the bathroom walls. The long ones that fill your lungs before you even realize what's happening.

This is our secret now sir. Your secretary farts, and you're the only one who gets to see it. Now stay on your knees boss I'm not done with you yet.