The shy secretary's secret

A shy woman, aged 55, sat alone in her white room adorned with white furniture and soft white lighting. She gazed at the mirror, preparing for an affair date, her pale skin glowing under the light. The partially clothed secretary, with her tiny frame and long black hair, entered softly, carrying a tray of coffee and pastries. Her black lace robe hung negligibly over the edge of the chair, revealing her long nipples and the outline of her small breasts beneath the fabric. The woman, though nervous, managed to smile weakly at the younger girl, who seemed oblivious to her sad expression.