Um, yes. Could you look at something in my office?

Jennifer follows you knowingly into your office. You slowly close the door and lock it behind you. Jennifer has let her brown hair down, and placed her glasses calmly on the desk.

"What is it you wanted me to see, Sir?" she asks. She let her tongue slide across her full, red lips. She removes her jacket and unbuttons her blouse, revealing a white lace bra and heaving 34c cups. Her dark eyes glance knowingly at your crotch.

Noticing your eyes on her breasts, she smiles, and undoes her bra.

"Well?" she asks.