It doesn't. Things only get worse for Agent Davis.

You pull out and clean yourself up as Jessica pants loudly, slumped over the chair. "That was incredible." She gasps.

You walk around and pick up your shirt. You button it up and tuck it in. As you fasten the cuff links you state flatly, "It was fine. It got me off anyways. Nice to know you are good for something."

The words sting more than the belt ever could. "I'm not forgiven?"

"No." You answer matter of factly.

She is quiet for a long time. You put on your suit jacket and feel your pockets, making sure your wallet, phone and keys had been returned. They had.

"Don't go...." Her voice is feeble. "Please...sir...please..."

You look at her pitiful nude form bent over the back of the chair, your cum pooled on her back and slowly sliding down her side. You shake your head.