I wondered thought town having got all my shopping and noticing the little mason jar of cookies and other little bits In my bag I always drop a jar of cookies off at the office on a Monday morning for bill and whitey during the week so I popped in. the cells empty as normal but just whitey sat in his little seat reading his little book with his legs crossed on top of the desk

"ohh mornin miss Y/n" he smiles at me putting his feet down and putting his book with the other clutter on his desk.

"hello whitey, where's Bill this morning?" I ask

"ya know as much as I do y/n" he shrugs "maybe he's staying with his children today or somein'" he says

"well anyhow I have you boys stuff" I smile going and getting the old jar empty but a few stray cookie crumbs in the bottom from the side table and replacing it with this new one putting the old back in my basket

"ohh what do we get this week?" He asked excitedly coming over to see

"blueberry cookies" I answer

"aww you always make my favourite" he smiles

"well it's your or Bill's and Bill's favourite are hard to make they always burn" I sigh

"well thank you y/n" he smiles trying to get one out the jar but I slapped his hand "oww!" He complains

"not till bill gets here" I tell him as I did there other bits the water, the whiskey and making sure all there little plates and glasses where clean

"you take mighty good care of us y/n" he smiles giving me a little cuddle

"aww well I have to, you boys would starve without me" I smile nuzzling into the rough fabric of his jumper even if I wasn't really very high on him when we hug the problem with being so much smaller than him I guess we stood like this for a while until I noticed his hand slipping down "whitey" I warn but he ignored me he looked in his own little world as I felt his big yet skinny hand grab my arse cheek firmly he grunted in his own mouth as he gripped me he clearly was trying to be sneaky hoping I wouldn't notice him grabbing my arse I would have let him off if it wasn't for

"ummmmm... Ohh yeah! Ya got a sexy ass baby" he smirked almost more muttering to himself or just in general than actually to me as he moved his other hand down to grip my other arse cheek and slowly and slyly groping me I admit it was enjoyable to some extent and I can let him off for his little sexy grunting but- "ohh god! I want to fuck ya so bad" he moaned making me instantly push away from him

"ohh and you didn't mean to do that?" I began

"I uhh..." He stutters unsure how to talk himself out of that

"dirty boy" I yell slapping his face

"owww! That one really hurt" he complains so I grabbed my basket and left "y/n I'm sorry" I heard him yell from the door but I ignored him...