Barely.

Your climax is fast approaching. Mr William's experienced fingers play your body like it's a child's toy and your head turns light as your veins thrum with pleasure. You're going to scream, you just know it. You've heard mummy scream a thousand times in the night as Daddy ravaged her, and you've muffled your own climaxes just as many times by biting down on your pillow. But sitting here on Mr Williams' desk you don't exactly have a pillow available. So you improvise.

Reaching up you bite down on your hand hard. It hurts, and the hurt mixes with the pleasure and feels so good. Mummy's voice distantly plays in your mind, a time when you were younger and you asked why sometimes Daddy would smack her on the ass. 'To make sure I behave', she'd said with a wry smile. 'And sometimes, it feels good for us girls to hurt.' You understand a little now, and as your climax surges you bite down harder, muffling your scream as your body shakes and quivers, your large breasts bouncing and surging with your movements.

Mr Williams' fingers stay inside you as you come down, slowing their movements as they ease you out of your high.

"Good girl," Mr Williams smiles as he rises, at last pulling his fingers free and your body misses their invasion immediately. "Now, clean." He instructs you like a pet, and you obey like one. Your tongue reaches out to his offered fingers, licking away at your juices that now coat his fingers. They taste better now that you're not licking them off a shoe, and soon you lean forward to bring them all the way into your mouth, eager to have him inside you again in at least a small way.

"Well, well, aren't you eager." Mr Williams smiles, petting your head and laughing as you nod without releasing his fingers. "Maybe I should take a little break and play with you."