Caught her tied up

The crushing weight of your divorce and the sheer exhaustion of trying to fight this town finally break your resolve. Your hand slowly slips off the brass door handle. You let out a quiet sigh of defeat, giving in completely to the predatory **** standing in front of you.

Reaching down, you unfasten the remaining snaps of your stiff utility coveralls, letting the heavy fabric drop to the floor around your boots. Jessica’s vibrant blue eyes flash with absolute satisfaction as she steps forward into your space. Without a word, she reaches out, her hand firmly taking hold of your cock. The heat of her grip is immediate and commanding as she guides you backward toward her plush leather sofa.

As she settles onto the cushions and pulls you down with her, the true perfection of her build is on full display. Stripped of her high-end lingerie, her body is flawless, completely devoid of any tan lines. You look down and see that she is completely shaved.

Driven by her dominant cues and your own raw instinct, you move down between her thighs. The scent of her fills your senses as you press your face against her heat, your tongue finding her slick center. Jessica hooks her legs over your shoulders, her fingers locking tightly into your hair as you eat her pussy. She doesn't hold back, her commanding demeanor melting into breathless, vocal waves of pleasure as you pleasurably torment her until her body arches and shakes through a succession of intense orgasms.

When it is over, she sits up, completely unbothered by her nudity, and steps across the office toward a hidden executive closet. She throws it open to reveal rows of pristine, high-end apparel.

"You're a fast learner," she purrs, tossing a brand-new, premium set of tailored coveralls onto the sofa next to you. Along with the clothes, she sets down a striking, luxury watch and a top-of-the-line smartphone.

"The phone has exactly one number programmed into it—mine. When I call, you answer instantly," she dictates, her voice returning to that crisp, executive authority as she slips back into a sharp, form-fitting dress. She reaches down and taps the face of the watch on your wrist. "And make sure you keep this on. In this station, a watch like this lets the rest of the female staff know you've been officially claimed by an executive. It keeps the interns from ripping you apart."

She checks her reflection in the glass, satisfied with her appearance. "I have a meeting with the station owner and manager, so you will have to eat alone. I want you back here right after work. We are going clubbing, I’m going to show you off to the town."

She steps over to her desk and flips the switch, releasing the electronic lock. As she swings the heavy mahogany door open to let you leave, she stops short. Standing in the hallway is a catering assistant holding a covered silver platter meant for your lunch.

The lid is lifted, and your eyes widen. Sitting on the tray is a perfectly prepared dish—the exact meal that happens to be your absolute favorite. Jessica looks at the tray, then cuts a sharp, knowing look back at you. You realize that she planned this.