On a 10+, Brenda is willing, +1 Forward.

"What are your thoughts about...fraternizing with people you supervise?" you tell Brenda Box as you lean close together.

"It's a bad thing," Brenda says. "Isn't it lucky we'll be peers?" she says. Her breath is warm and sweet.

"Perhaps we should put that to the test?" you say, touching your tongue to your upper lip.

"I very much agree," Brenda says. "Would you undo my belt?" She scoots forward in her chair.

You tug the tail of Brenda's belt through the jeweled buckle. Her white slacks have a side zipper. She stands so you can pull them down.

The crotch of her white cotton panties is drenched with her fluids.

"Oh, Brenda," you say.

She smiles. "I was hoping you'd be in the mood too," she says. "I don't have anyone regular...right now."

"I'm surprised," you say.

Brenda shimmies her panties off her broad hips. "Eat me, Gloria," she says.

"Yes," you say.