I show you a couple of files I have..detailing how you defrauded the company. You look shocked and sit down in your chair.“This will remain a secre... as long as you do as you are told”You ask me what I want…“I’ve always wanted to sit in your chair,…move!” I sit down in the chair and you stand back. You are looking amazing in a short skirt, blazer, white button up top, very professional.I pat the desk with my hand…hop up here for me… you hesitate but i just take out my phone and you hop onto. “Play with your clit, Ange. Like I did. Rub your fingers across it.” I was on the brink now. My thighs had a mind of their own as they pistoned. I came in half a dozen heavy spurts. I pictured myself coating the lining of her arse. Ange froze on the edge, but when I pulled out the dam broke for her. She squirted again. Her flashing fingers made it a sprinkler. She splashed everywhere, including the camera.“Oh my god, Ange, that was beautiful. You’ve come everywhere, on the lens too.” I held her. He pulled them off completely and ran his hands over my thighs, my stomach tightening with expectation. His breath tickled my skin, over my hipbones, over my stomach and up to my neck and ear. I dropped his t-shirt on the floor and ran my fingers over his back, tracing small circles while he nibbled my earlobe and whispered:"You smell so good. Like the air after rain and earth warmed by the sun. I could lay here forever." I could have let him, his body just the right weight, pressing me into. "Ohhh, your boobs are beautiful," she says. "I'm going to love them."Her fingers wander lazily over my boobs, avoiding my nipples. I look down and see her teasing me, making my nipples harden without even touching them. I moan and look up into her eyes, silently pleading for her to touch my nipples.She recognises my desire and smiles, continuing to deny me. I try to push up into her palms to have my nipples touch, but she lifts her hands away to avoid that. I groan for mercy."Soon enough, my.