"I... I, um, I came for..." Amanda babbled, knowing she had to get out somehow, but her none-too-clever brain unable to figure out how.
"Now!" Josephine barked, and Amanda scurried around the large wooden desk.
Amanda's knees all but quaked as she entered the woman's personal space. It was like a physical barrier of cheap perfume, past meals and some musky scent she really didn't want to identify.
"Hmm, I can't see you too well when you stand. Why don't you kneel so I can look closer."
Amanda gulped, and without thought sank to her knees, her mind screaming in horror even as it obeyed.
"You're really rather pretty, aren't you Amanda?"
"Yes..." she felt compelled to say, knowing it was utterly true.
"Silence!" Josephine snapped. "I didn't say you could respond. Lean forward."
"Please," was all Amanda could think to say, even as she leaned forward.
"Please what? That could be interpreted so many ways. Maybe you want me to touch you? To fondle these udders of yours?" the older woman smirked, making Amanda yelp as a big paw crushed a breast.
"No no no no..."
"Oh, so you want me to touch you here?" Joe leaned down with a grunt and her fingers stabbed up like a hook into Amanda's bare pussy. "Oh my, what a slut you are Amanda. Walking around without panties like you don't want anything to get between you and your slutty pleasure."
Amanda's face reddened, but she didn't resist, unable to figure out what she should be doing, unable to even believe that this was happening. Worse, the woman sniffed and laughed, detecting an aroma that embarrassed Amanda to no end.
"Oh little Amanda likes this, doesn't she? You're getting wet, you naughty girl. What should I do with a naughty girl like you?"
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