She ignored me. The bitch never listened to anything I said. There was a knock on my office door 30 minutes later. Liz came in with an annoyed look. "...hat is it?" she huffed. I told her to sit. She rolled her eyes and sat down in front of my desk. She crossed her sexy legs slowly. She was such a tease. She had a cocky smirk on her face. I told her I had found some discrepancies in the books the last month or so when she was closing. Thousands of dollars were missing. She said it must be a. “Yes, Master,” I said, trying to catch my breath. He pressed his fingers inside me and pressed on my stiff clit with his thumb. My knees folded up, but he slapped them back down. He continued to finger his slave’s pussy and clit and I started to feel the wave building inside me. He stood between my legs and pressed against the plug as he squeezed my clit. I moaned and writhed, my hips grinding into the bed. “Do you want Master’s cock inside you, slave?” he asked me. “Yes, please, Master! Please. "Sure, honey," I replied, as I asked her where they kept the thermometer."That's okay, I'll get it," she offered, "I just broke my arm, I'm not a complete cripple!" With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, and returned with a handful of articles: she placed a hand towel on the table, and put a bottle of baby oil and the thermometer case on top of the towel. She pulled the top off the case, slid out the thermometer and handed it to me. I looked at her quizzically: "Honey, this is a. Andrea had forseen this and turned, grabbed something on the table behind her and spin back to straddle my hips. She tried to force a ball gag into my mouth but I clamped my mouth shut. Ignoring that, she pinched my nose closed and hissed’ I could give two fucks which way this goes. You open your mouth now or I don’t let you breath until you pass out and I put it in anyway. Your choice slave’ The tone of her voice made it clear that she meant it. I opened my mouth and the ball was rammed in.