ly I make my way around the table to stand by your chair.
"As you know," you begin to say while browsing a file oable, "we' re
having a departmental meeting today."
I nod, but I might as well have not bothered for all the attention you give
me.
"During the meeting, you will be kneeling on all fours between my legs and
servig me with your tmouth."
My knees go weak once again as the blood rushes to my face. Oh God, the
shameful things you make me do!
"You keep your zipper undone," you assure me as if in casual
versation. "Oh yeah, and unbutton your shirt pletely, but do not take
it off."
I stand there by the table gawking at the predit I find myself in. You
look up at me with a hint of impatience.
"You' d better hurry up and take your position," you advise me. "The others
will be arriving soon."
Almost in a panic I drop down to my knees, pull my shirt from my pants and
begin to unbutton it. Then I squeeze myself between you and the table, my
haste causio bump against the table and bruise my back. All the
while you are looking down at me calmly, never once deigning to move and
give me room. I feel like a total whore, as if I' m doing all of this out of
my own sheer desperation to get at your cock. However, my haste is
justified as I hear the door open just as I pull my legs in after
me. Immediately I position myself, on all fours, right iween your
widespread legs, as the last thing I want to happen is for somebody to sit
down on a chair and bump his or her feet into me. I hear voiow,
and many footsteps entering the room.
"Well, what are you waiting for, bitch? Take my cock out and make it feel
real good," you mutter under your breath.
As the chairs around the table slowly fill with people, I reach out to your
pants and slowly pull down your zippers. I see the