Jasmine checks up on him.

The day proceeded fairly normally until around two o’clock. It was then that Jasmine sent a message to George. I need you to close the blinds. I will be in soon.

George frowned and then immediately became aroused. He realised this was all part of his wife’s plans. About ten minutes later, his assistant came into the room. “I have been asked to check to see if you are behaving,” she said as she closed the door. “Please stand up and let me see.”

George hesitated, “Just like that?” he asked.

Jasmine clucked her tongue at him, “I was told that if you were well-behaved, I could give your cock a little suck. But,” she shrugged, “that’s off the table now.”

George stood up and stepped around his desk. Slowly, he undid his belt and opened his pants. He blushed as he fished his cock out to show Jasmine he was still in his cuff.

“Good,” she said. “Now, you still get a reward.” She reached up and started to unbutton her tight blouse. She said nothing else as she did. George felt himself panting as she opened her shirt to reveal her bra. It was lacy but not too risqué, and he could see the rise of her firm nipples under the fabric. “Now, do you think you have been good enough for more of a reward?”

“Yes,” George breathed.

Jasmine shook her head, “Yes, what? And now, I can’t give you a tit job.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he tried.

“Ma’am, well, there goes your handjob,” Jasmine frowned at him.

He groaned in frustration, “Yes, Mistress,” he tried for a third time.

Jasmine smiled, “Much better, Abbey wants me to be your Mistress, you know, in more ways than one.” He watched without speaking as Jasmine undid her bra with a front clasp. Slowly, she opened it to reveal her breasts. Her skin was dark, her nipples darker, and they were stiff with arousal. His mouth almost drooled as he looked at her bust. Her cleavage was distinct, though not deep, and her nipples were ridged and huge from his perspective, easily the largest nipples he had seen in person. “Would you like to taste my nipples?” She asked as he stared.

“Fuck yes,” he said unthinkingly.

Jasmine clucked her tongue and closed her bra, fastening it again, “Well, you don’t get to because you misbehaved. Wait until I tell Abbey how naughty you were.”

She proceeded to button her blouse as he blinked in astonishment. His wife and his secretary were collaborating to **** him. “Wait, I can behave,” he found himself protesting.

“Well, you will have to wait until your next opportunity. You don’t get to taste it now. And you will be lucky not to be put back in a spiked collar, mister,” Jasmine chastised him. He moaned in arousal and frustration.

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