“I need a personal assistant. XXX . On my desk, a box with big bold letters:
2023 COMPLETE DOCUMENTATIONI’m going to fucking kill myself. She walked absentmindedly over to her coffee machine that sat on a table up against her office wall. My other main job would be to walk cubicle to cubicle and receive coffee orders. I mean, what if I. “Yes.” I whispered hoarsely. “Need to relax.” she finished. Just one word, and I felt precum trickle out of my tip, smearing into my underwear. She stopped with her palm flattened on my lower stomach, just before my crotch. “I mean! “Please, sit down.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
She gestured to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. Soon he left her office. “Now.”
She let go, dipped her fingers into the glass, then lathered it onto my dick.
