She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. ...he was wearing a white button-up shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt. Her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to the business she worked at. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office. I tested our situation immediately by sending. Ashley couldn't take her eyes off my hand sliding back and forth along the cock. She had her legs spread and her knees bent as she moaned and fingered her pussy hard for me. I could see her fingers were glistening from how wet she was getting.I climbed on the bed beside her and bent down so I could slide my tongue up her wet slit. Tasting Ashley as she pulled her hand away and moaned hard."You want me to fuck you don't you Ashley? You want to be my little slut don't you? Say it," I said as I. "Not there!" No?" No! What do you have that Ron doesn't have?" Uh? You?" Yes, but aside from that?" I - I - do I have...?" Yes. You have a functional... thing!" Oh!" Yes. Oh!" So?" Really Joseph," she never calls me Joseph but when she is irritated on me for something or other and I see to it that she rarely has to. I hate my name. I prefer Joe. It's much more... manly and handy. "Sometimes you really gets on my nerves!" I do?" Yes. Must I spell everything out in the tiniest molluskular. I told her that if she really wanted to bewith me that I would give it a try. I told her a lot of other bullshit, endingit with a simple "...and I hope it won't ruin us as friends." Andthat is when we started on my little trip down my special, sadistic path. Almostimmediately I started mistreating the poor girl. I didn't beat her or anything.I just used her guilt, her need for approval and her submissive tendencies tomy advantage. I also took care to push her to those areas that she was.