Yep, I thought that would get your attention! How many of us have lusted over that fresh sexy secretary who turns up to work in a skin taut mini skirted Chanel suit and insists on bending over the photo copier, wiggling her pert bum in front of u and revealing that that babe is wearing nylons and suspenders underneath? Yep, for the youthful people out there, this used to be the norm in ALL offices in the UK. Just check out the Carry On films and u'll get the idea of what pre PC Britain was like. It was non stop, "Phwoar, your a right little corker and make no mistake abart it luv, fancy a shag?" and of course they ALWAYS fancied a shag! Alas, those days your secretary will probably be wearing goggle-eye specs, have her hair greased down like Colonel Kleb and be dressed in some grey, utilitarian jump suit as worn by the feminists of North Korea. So allow me to transport u back to some other time when ALL secretaries were sexy and ALL wanted to be bent over your desk and rogered senseless! Its amazing that we British managed to build Concorde, the TSR2 jet fighter and Carnaby St in the 1960's and still have time to be shagging literally non-stop! From morning until night sex was constantly on tap. U'd be favourable to get to the end of your road out of having shagged at least three lonely housewives in their negligees and lets not forget the ticket collector on the No 88 who'd want her fair share as well! Oh well, that was life in the 1960's!