Leave

Sandra smirks as she sees the clear outline of his cock in his pants. She reaches down and replaces his hand with hers, continuing to stroke him. She licks her lips as her other hand opens a few buttons on her top, letting him see more of her cleavage. “Is this what you needed a hand with, sir?” She squeezes it slightly as his eyes seem to be entranced by her breasts. “It definitely is a handful you have there.” She rubs her finger over the sensitive spot, seeing a wet spot forming on his pants.

“Yes, that is what I want you to help with.”

She leans in close to his ear, her hand stroking him. She can feel his breath hot on her chest. “Sorry sir, but I have a few things I have to deal with at my desk.” She stands and walks back to the door, buttoning her top back up. “I’m sure you can handle it from here, sir.”