Lunch with the steps

After a few days, I switched back to my old self again. Mini skirts above the knee and shirts open to the chest. I was choosing such skirts that the one who looked at me was literally melting. I loved enslaving men to myself. But I would never give it to anyone. I just liked watching men drool. One day I was sitting at my desk again reading a book. I was crossing my legs and pretending to read a fake book. I spread out the seat so that my butt could be seen from under my skirt. I could literally feel the wind blowing through the window with my butt. The wind was hovering on my butt and getting inside me, and I was getting a lot of flavor from it. It was just relaxing while cooling off.