It was my first responsible job as an assistant to a legal secretary.and I dressed conservatively and formally in white top, black skirt, black tights and black heels.It was a good job with good extra benefits but one thing I didn't understand was a clause about a monthly food alloance and the ability to claim for replacement clothes. I raised it with Lisa my boss who said "yes it is rare but we with have a training sesssion Thursday after work and I will go over it then".

Thursday arrived and headed to the function room nievely thinking this would be some sort of class although I did learn a lot. I went to the the function room and walked into to be asked to sit down.When I went to a chair I was told my place was on the table. I climbed up on the long rectangular and sat facing the head of the table. Who explains the partners have a certain interest in common and they like to share it with the staff.As he spoke my shoes were removed and my ankles shackled quite far apart to each side of the table.I was encouraged to lean back restinon my hands which were also shackled as I sat knees raised ankles apart.

Two of the partners acted as waitors and serveedthe meal while my boss and a colleague had each decided to tickle one of my feet. They gently dragged nails or fingertips across the soles of my feet.As I shuddered from this other hands joined in tickling arns neck hands so that I was completely unaware as a large bowl of soup was poured onto my white top and its warm stickyness soaked through giving me hot tits. I yelped in surprise. The wam soup flowed down my top soaking in as it went pooling at the start of my skirt One of the men ripped my blouse open revealing my tummy and another cut a vent in the front of my skirt and ripped the bottom one almost to the waist.I was told to lift up my bottom so I took weight on hands and feet before lowering again onto a very warm plate of Macaroni cheese.Surprised by the warm stickyness oozing into my tights I was unready for the jugs of macaroni chesse simultaneously poured onto my tummy and cleavage. As I gasped and paused feeling the warmth stickiness overwhelming I felt an upside down plastic jug on my head. As it was lifted sauce and cold bake beans cascaded though my hair over my face and shoulders. This signaled for other jugs to be poured on me over my head. my shoulders and neck, over my legs as well.As the food ran off me hands started to pick it up and massage it in to me. They rub it over mylegs and thighs and into my neck shoulders and back.My bra unclasped and pulled off and the food the massaged into my breasts.

Hands stuff my tights with the mess and squash and rub it against me before the tights start to tear ans the rip them to shreds still rubbibg he mess onto my legs as I coninue to writhe so horney. hey release my hands and I lie back. Their hands stay on me as I touch my self andafter I guide one to a nipple they accept permission and play with both pulling and squeezing my nipples..I enter myself and open up while fingers from my other hand rub frantically at my clit. wich is begging for attention . I press harder and a wave of pleasure passes through me engulfing me. I lie satisfied covered in sticky food as cocks around me make a small contribution to the mess.