Quitting time

"See you Monday bitch." You say, getting dressed.

"Very funny asshole!" She shouts at you, clearly expecting some more help.

You chuckle to yourself as you grab some scissors to cut her free from the tape binding her. With her new freedom she props herself up against the wall and rests there a moment, face covered in cum, holes left raw and dripping with cum, and chest red from the physical exertion of being used by that many men at once for hours on end.

You look at her, taking a moment to recognise the resemblance she has to her daughters. You've seen both of them in very similar situations many times now. It's always a beautiful sight seeing just how well used they are after a good gangbang.

"Alright, I'm heading home for real now." You say, grabbing your briefcase from your office and walking towards the elevator.

"What about my clothes?!" She asks, referring to the pile of tattered rags on the ground.

"Not my problem." You reply bluntly.

"You got me into this mess."

"No, you got yourself into this mess when you used your whorish body to seduce clients. Now I'm cleaning that up and this is your way of making it up to me. So I'd get used to it because we're nowhere near even yet." You reply.

And with that, you make your way into the elevator to head down to your car, leaving Diane a ruined mess in the foyer of your offices.

Some minutes later whilst replying to texts on your phone in your car you notice Diane exiting the building. She's using one hand to cover her pussy and the other arm to cover her tits, to poor effect. She awkwardly hobbles along, running to her car, head darting around for any onlookers. Fortunately for her, she finds none other than yourself. Once she reaches her car she quickly speeds off out of the parking lot, hopefully she doesn't get caught to an awkward speeding ticket as she races home, that would make an awkward photo for the police indeed.