One last step.

As the two of you enter the conference hall, Gemma pulls you to the side into an empty meeting room. She reaches down and pulls your hard cock out of your pants, pushing you up against the door and kneeling down in front of you.

"W-what are you doing?" you stammer, dropping your briefcase to the floor.

You keel over as she latches onto your cock, furiously throating you as fast as humanly possible. It only takes about a dozen seconds before all your pent-up sexual tension explodes out of the tip of your cock, spraying down her throat. Your entire body seizes up and your hips spasm wildly, your toes curling painfully inside your uncomfortable leather oxford shoes as you struggle not to fall over. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and pitiful gasps squeak out from your throat as you endlessly cum, feeling your balls constricting as all of the backed-up seed inside of them is sucked out by the succubus attached to your cock. You begin to see spots as your vision goes blurry, almost on the verge of blacking out, but just before you feel yourself losing consciousness your climax finally subsides, and a wave of tranquility flows all over you.

"Relaxed?" Gemma asks, zipping you back up and patting you on the cheek, "All your tension gone? Go get 'em."