Order a relief service

"You know what, Jennifer? The delegations and hob-nobbing can wait. I want a little bit of stress relief before dealing with the political cunts that want to bend my ear."

Jennifer smirks, leans against the table, and her dress hikes up higher, revealing the top of her lacy stockings.

"I have just the thing, boss." She says, her foot rubbing your leg. "Shall I send them in?"

"Go on then." Your cock is tenting your trousers and Jennifer stares at it hungrily before leaving.

A few minutes later, there is a knock at the door, and Jennifer enters, followed closely by...