She wasn't fooling anyone, not even herself. "Uh uh. You have to tell me what you want or I won't give it to you." Her face colored from arousal and e...barrassment. He toyed with the buckle, watching as her eyes dropped to his crotch again. His dick seemed to pulse under her hungry stare. When she looked at him like that he could barely keep himself in check. Because that look always ended with her kneeling before him, worshipping his cock with her mouth. She vibrated with need, her teeth. "He's...too far to see anything I was doing clearly, and definitely couldn't have seen the screen...Could have he?" You attempt again to type some more to your monitor, only jabber came out. You give up and close the screen, forgetting to save your work and walk off away. You walk down the corridor, still conscious of your blushing face you go to the conference room, no is ever there. You pull a chair out and take a seat. You then rub your cool hands against your flushed cheeks.You hear a. "Put your arms behind your back"Y quickly complied. Roger noted that her legs had automatically stayed parted even as she got off the bed. Roger went behind her and locked her wrist bands together. He then removed a rope from the wall and tied her arms tightly together above the elbow. This had the desired affect of forcing her tits to jut out slightly. He slipped a hand between her legs. He was overjoyed at how easy two fingers slipped into her hungry sheath.He spoke to her. "Y each day from. Saw how you can improve your technique?"She frowned, shaking her head. He was toying with her, innuendo weaving through each of his words. She was certain of it. Worse was the difficulty to restrain herself from giving him an impulsive response to his invitation.Instead, she turned and swam down to the other end of the pool. She climbed out and made her way to the change room with a quick-step, her wet feet slapping loudly on the tiles."I'm done," she said, barely able to glance back at the.