She’s sort of distracted…

Despite the fact that Diamond wasn’t involved, so none of my app features could really touch Jasmine, she simply whimpered, writhing under my groping hands, which had freed her ass from her tight dress and were manhandling those beautiful breasts. When it became clear she wasn’t answering, I pinched her nipples, just enough to sting.

“Ouch!” she tried to turn to glare at me, but Diamond’s voice was sharp, “We’re talking! Focus on me. When he wants you to focus on him, you’ll know!”

Jasmine’s head snapped around, locking on Diamond as Student Teacher did its work and Diamond taught another rich, beautiful, black MILF how to serve me and my cock, in exchange for the pleasure only I could bring…except for her that wasn’t true, anywhere outside her head, because she wasn’t in the app.

“But, he’s--”

“He’s doing what he’s doing. When he wants your participation, he’ll tell you what to do, or guide you, just like he did getting you bent over and presenting to him like a bitch in heat.”

Jasmine shuddered in embarrassment and tried to cross her legs and cover her tits, but before I could stop her, Diamond snapped again, “Hands on the chair, to support yourself. You’ll need it. Legs spread, unless you actually don’t want it?”

Her legs snapped apart so fast that she would have fallen, if not for my hands on her hips. ”No, I don’t--” Diamond raised one exquisite brow as she took a sip of Jasmine’s expensive wine, she’d brought out the good stuff for us, though I hadn’t bothered with the wine, not my thing. The food had been really good though. I actually regretted not finishing my meal, even as I held the half-naked mistress of the house bent over and cock-hungry. “I want it,” she stated under Diamond’s cool examination.

“Good. Then answer the fucking question.”

“What was the question?” she asked, confused.

I spanked her, hard and she tried to jump, squealing, but she was bent over, so it was more of a twerk than anything else. She’d learned though and didn’t look back. ”You can help with the purchases while we work on the rest of this, right?”

“Yeah…I’ve got discretionary funds, about thirty million, but anything more than that and I’ll need board approval and I’ll have to explain it to the board at the end of the FY, no matter what.”

“Good,” I let my hands resume groping her and she resumed groaning and squirming, but trying to focus on Diamond.

“And you can let me use some of your discrete folks to prepare everything we’ll need to get everyone else onboard?”

“Y-y-” she stuttered, then as I slowly slid her panties down until they puddled by her high-heels, restraining her just enough that she had to realize she couldn’t possibly run, “YES!” her voice was so loud that only the fact that she’d sent her servants home after they served us and her kids were with her ex-husband meant that there were no problems.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Business presentations and nonprofit ones aren’t the same, I assume.”

“You should join the board now that you’re--” Jasmine began, her tone mocking, until the hands groping her tits grabbed the top of her outfit and ripped it open, freeing them from their fabric confines. She hadn’t been able to wear a bra with her dress. She shuddered, “Do you know how much that cost?!?” she started to turn again, but Diamond reached across the table and slapped her, hard across the face.

She stared in total shock at her sister-in-law, who glared back, then walked around the table, stripping off her dress as she went, letting her bra fall to the ground, then knelt on the ground. I turned away from Jasmine.

“I’m sorry, sir, I thought she was ready. I thought she was worthy.” Jasmine flinched and tried to say something, but as I heard her shift and a syllable break her lips, I casually spanked her ass firmly. “But she clearly needs more training. Allow me to satisfy you, instead.”

“Now you may speak, Jasmine. Why shouldn’t I just fuck this beautiful woman who is quite literally on her knees?”

Jasmine started to turn, but again, a sharp spank froze her and made her whimper.

“I said you could speak, not move, Jasmine.”

“You won’t let me be on my knees, how am I supposed to compete?”

“Good question. You’re a smart girl, figure something out.”

She heard my zipper lower as Diamond continued to make her case, now that she knew that she could cum from giving head, she seemed to be trying to, finding the spot in her throat which felt the best and holding herself there…okay, maybe I helped a bit…

I let out a low growling moan as she pleasured me, actually closing my eyes, until Jasmine managed to speak.

“Because you enjoy it!”

“Her blowing me? Definitely, but that doesn’t help--”

“No, you enjoy the training, not just having a perfect goodie-two-shoes slut suck your dick on command! When would you ever need to actually teach her anything? I’m just as hot and I need it even more! And I still need to be trained!”

“Such a smart girl,” I said, running my hand over her ass, then down to her quim, which was leaking, gaping, begging for stimulation and cock. “I think…Diamond,” Jasmine’s muscles slackened in despair, then I continued, “get the tester and test her.”

I could feel Jasmine’s smile through her cunt and see it reflected in the glasswork.