Mistress....

You return to work the next day, only to find Gemma seated in your chair with her legs spread and her feet up on your desk. Her hands are between her legs and beneath her dress, pleasuring herself as she acknowledges your arrival with a wink. You're unsure what to do at first, but standing at the door is certainly not it, so you walk up to her around the side of your desk and wait for her command. She stands up as you come around to her side of the desk, and you notice a pool of her juices has welled up on the seat of her chair. She straightens her dress and places her hand on your shoulder, pushing you down to the ground on your hands and knees.

"Lick it up," she instructs, placing her heeled foot on your back.

You begin to lap away at the leather chair, tasting her juices and slurping up every drop.

"I have some rules for you," she says, kneeling down and unzipping your pants. "No more masturbation. And definitely no more sex with your wife. You only cum when I say you can, do you understand?"

You nod as she pulls your cock out of your pants, letting it dangle towards the floor.

"Good," she says, running her hand along your shaft. "Now stay there while Mistress milks you, and we can discuss the conference we have next week."