Diane

You sit back in your desk chair with your eyes closed and head resting back, facing the sealing, whilst you catch your breath. Diane does the same against the wall of your office that you previously skull fucked her against. Silence lingers in the air a while before you hear her shuffling about. You open your eyes to see her struggling onto her hands and knees before crawling over to the chair on the other side of your desk. Once there, she awkwardly uses her seemingly weakened body to pull herself up into the chair and take a seat opposite you.

You look across at her sweaty, nude body as she tries to compose herself as if this were a regular business meeting. With the way she's sitting and the professional look on her face, she almost pulls this off, except for her lack of clothing, ruined make-up and ever so slightly gaping pussy.

"Shall we finalise the terms of our agreement then?"

"Sure thing." You say, sitting up properly in your chair matching her business-like approach.

"So you'll keep my previous... sales techniques... to yourself and in exchange I'll keep our recent... activities... from the rest of the office and more importantly, my daughter. Sound like a good deal?" She says with a cunning smile.