My hands again running over you under your arms raising them up again, letting your hands come together. I grab both of them in one hand, and push yo... against the wall, you stick your ass out to me, you know what is coming, you want it bad, and you want me to fuck you hard! Fuck you like the sex whore you are! My other hand guides my hard, twitching cock to your pussy lips; you keep pushing your ass back trying to get to it. I tickle your pussy lips with the head, rubbing it up and down. . “Send Mrs Howe in please,” Mrs Denver called out from the doorway. Jenny sighed, more like a groan, as she walked towards the study door and it was her turn to disappear inside, conscious of the door remaining ajar. Mrs Denver gave her short shrift. “Take those ridiculous knickers down please, bend across the desk, and grab the far side.” Jenny had done this so many times. She quickly lowered her thong and bent over the desk stretching her arms to grab the far side. Her bottom was still. He ran a rope to a couple beams and hooked them to her ankles as well. When tightened her legs were way apart and her wrists tied to her ankles. Phillip pulled over a bucket and sat between her legs. He began slapping her pussy. Jodi howled and bucked at each slap. Phillip asked "Are you a slut wife?" Jodi shook her head "No". He swatted her again and said "Are you a slut"? She groaned and said "Yes". Phillip smiled and rubbed her pussy. He stopped and said "How many cocks have fucked this. Ishara u called for me? I ask as I walk in her office. Now her office is inside a bigger office with 4 desk and a big round table in the middle off to the side is a small coffee area where some of her employees gather around within that office there's another room off all the way to the back where is her actual office that she rarely ever uses it. This time she was in there. Dressed in her executive black suit with red silk blouse under her short hair stright up and forward parts of it slightly.