No!

After Andrew's offer, you come home tired. You take off your clothes and take a slow, relaxing, hot shower. In more comfortable clothes you let yourself fall on the bed.

Horny, Your mind wanders around and you start masturbating. You miss your boyfriend, and fantasize about a night of sex with him. When you realize it, Andrew's imposing image of masculinity fills your desires. You are not longer with your boyfriend. You are again in the office, but now you are dressed like a sexy but somewhat naive secretary, like a foolish little girl.

Andrew comes over and the memory of his hand on your cheek coming down to your chin gives you a chill. It's so close that your bodies almost touch and you get the smell of arrogant man.

"Men like me always get what we want, little girl," he whispers in your ear. "You're gonna be my little secretary for today, faithfully obeying your boss, okay?"

Saliva swallows. His hand slides down your neck and shoulder, and gently but firmly descends toward your breasts. You are been letting your hand massage your nipples during all the daydreaming.

"But... What do I have to do?" your voice sounds more feminine and childlish. It's surprise you.

Andrew smiles. He's got a smile that melts you.

"You have to be willing to do whatever your new boss wants from you" grabs you by the hips and makes you do a little spin while looking at your body from top to bottom "Anything".

"I... can't... I can't... my boyfriend..."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. What do you say, little girl? Are you not willing to serve me?"

His body leans against yours and you feel his pecs. You're trapped, dressed like a porn actress and unable to react. You masturbate harder than ever with this fantasy....

You can't go on! You don't know what's invoking the image of Andrew that makes you feel so submissive and stupid. It feels good but you don't want anything from Andrew. You barely know him. This is not like you.