I feel my hair being grabbed before I realize it's Betsy, she forces me to get closer, when I open my mouth she forced me down onto it. First the head...slid past my lips, then I could feel the veins of the shaft against my tongue. I opened my eyes and realized I only had half of him in my mouth and I couldn't fit anymore. Betsy is six inches from my face observing the action still with a firm grip on a handful of my hair. She whispers to me in a voice you'd expect a serial killer about to. That's the moment he grabs my ponytail. Hard. When I least expect it.He yanks me out of the chair and I fall onto my knees which rub painfully on the carpet. I hear his belt opening with a clink and the sound of his zipper pulling down.He tells me "That was a dumb answer and you know it. I will not tolerate that kind of incompetence in my office. Do you understand me?"I try to nod but the grip he has on my hair tightens. "Open your dumb mouth. I'm going to shove that stupid back down your. Since she was involved in typing, she couldn’t notice that and I couldn’t move out the eyes from there and I was just watching that. Due to this and I just stopped reading out the notes suddenly she moved her face up and saw that I was busy watching something but she couldn’t make out where I was watching.May be because she is innocent or she might have thought that I’m innocent. She asked me what happened. I thought she understood where I’m watching and suddenly I told her to keep her dress. When I recovered, I looked into his eyes. He smiled and kissed me. I sighed. "I was noisy wasn't I?." He nodded and smirked. Well, I wasn't having that, I was supposed to be the expert, the one in control. I squeezed his erection, still hard within me, and he shut his eyes and sighed. Time to make up for lost ground. I wasn't used to this — I rarely came before the man, if at all. What had come over me?When we had finished, I felt like I'd made up for lost ground. Scar had come again, and then.