It was only because her work forced everyone to give a gift to another work college, that she had bought it. She had been working since nine and being...an eight hour shift, she still had two and a half hours till she knocked off. Too early to clock watch, to try and take her mind off things she decides to head down to the lunch room to get a drink of water. Even though her office is air-conditioned, she starts to feel a little clammy. Her white shimmery satin blouse isn’t breathing that well in. ”“That would be most appreciated, thank you,” the Fleet Commander replied, sounding relieved.“How are you getting on with the Brimorian Shield Generator salvage?” he asked, relaxing in his chair.“That was actually the purpose of my initial call. I wanted to inform you that we have completed our salvage operation.” Her tone turned to amusement as she continued, “Admiral Caldwell raised objections to us picking over the wrecked Kintark battleships, so I had my fleet relocate to the Praetorian. “You wore that just to tease me, didn’t you my little slut?” Swallowing, I nodded nervously, hoping you were happy with my teasing. Smiling, you grabbed my arm and turned me around, pushing me towards the sink. “I’ll show you what happens to sluts that tease me,” you growled in my ear. Pushing me down so I was bent over the sink, I felt your hard hands slid over my hips and then down between my thighs. Rubbing the seam of my jeans against my wet slit you laughed, hearing me moan and. And now that I'm using you, you have a problem?"Heather started crying, still grinding out of fear that she might get hurt.Mr. Morrison: "Would you say you've learned your lesson?" Yes!" Heather said loudly nodding her head quickly "I've learned my lesson daddy." Mr. Morrison: "Go ahead and finish then you can clean up and I'll walk you out."Heather didn't really care to cum, but she saw the end of the situation and was doing what she needed to get there.She was grinding on his leg hard, wildly.