You hand her some wipes as your cum starts to leak out of her ass. “Don’t let any drop to the floor!” you tell her. She wipes her ass and look... at the cum drenched wipes. “Such a waste,” she whispers. “Don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll fill your mouth again.” You both get dressed. Jennifer walks out of your office. A while later you open the blinds again. The office is filled with your employees. You thought they would still be lunching, but as you look at the clock, you realise they must have. She gazed down at the floor."I'm sure you'll do better next time," said Ian softly. Perking up, he continued, "but that still won't let you off your punishment. You know the rules. If you can't talk to me with the appropriate amount of respect, you won't be allowed to talk at all."Jodie nodded, still staring at the carpet. This was the part where he would lock the head harness on her, forcing its bright pink ball gag into her open mouth. When she was aroused, having to wear the harness turned. She got on the berth and fell on the guy . as she tried to get off him her hand slipped and grabbed his now semi hard cock . She moved off her hand and felt him steady her by her arms . His palms rubbed up against her breasts as he moved them . She said sorry . The guy introduced himself as Mr Shyam . He was a middle aged guy about 45 with dark complexion and a muscular build . he lay down and told her to make herself comfortable .She introduced herself and lay down beside him in the double. I expect to see those outfits by tonight. You both have permission to go to town to shop for materials." I quickly calculated distances and time. "You may be gone for two hours. For every minute over that limit, you will both receive one stroke of punishment."They both gasped. The time I had allotted for the trip and the shopping would almost positively ensure at least a minimal punishment. How substantial it would actually be was up to them, however, and by the amount of time they spent.