"Ohhh Mrs. Thorn" Hanna thought to herself. She just couldn't believe she was sitting there, watching her boss masterbate just a few short feet from h...r. But then the unthinkable happened...Hanna's foot accidentally bangs loudly against the closet door. Her dubious act of spying had dreadfully backfired. Immediately, Megan pounces the wardrobe door open. "This is COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE HANNA!!! I'm going to have your ass THROWN IN JAIL AT ONCE" she screams! She is furious at being caught by. Bethany was CEO and Head of Marketing, Public Relations, Advertising and Creative. Her Personal Assistant, Bonny Driver, oversaw Support and Account Services and mother also had a team of three Account Executives to manage the individual accounts.She rented the entire fourth floor of an office suite in Soho and the three ‘Executives’ each had a small private office whilst her own office sprawled across most of the remaining floorspace. Bonny Driver sat at a huge desk outside of the double oak. Realising, I had been horny all day, I smiled. There had been days like this, back home. Awaking horny, I had either spent all day in bed, fucking myself or gone out, hooking up with some random guy. The memory broadened my smile, even as I felt a nearly painful twitch of longing in my cunt.I heard the front door and got up. My owner smiled, as he saw me standing next to the trapdoor. But instead of opening the door and leading me to a room he reached out, touched my hard nipples. Even this. Actually, I was as pretty and as innocent as home-baked apple pie – sweet and naive, and blushing with embarrassment. As I hesitated, Julia threw me the towel and with a curious half-smile on her face, said: ‘Get in the shower, babe, you look like you need to cool off.’ As I quickly walked past her, I was caught by surprise when she gave me a playful – but quite firm – smack on the ass with the palm of her hand. I gave a yelp and promptly dropped the towel, then frantically scrabbled for it.