Proposition

Before he can say anything else, she places a finger to her lips to tell him to be quiet. She winks as she unbuttons her top and shows him the lacy bra from the picture. Dropping it on the floor beside his desk, she unzips her pencil skirt and lets it fall to the floor with her top.

He turns toward her, his cock swelling in his pants. He knew if anyone walked in that they would both get in trouble and probably be fired, but he figured that with his door closed and if they were quiet, no one would disturb them.

Sandra straddles his legs as he runs her hands up and down his chest. She leans down close to him. “I figured that since you didn’t respond, I would come in here and show you exactly what I have on today.” Letting her hand drop to his erection. “I take it you like it. I would really love to suck that wonderful cock of yours, but that could be too dangerous in here.”

He can barely breathe, much less talk. “We could go out for lunch.”

“Or we could meet after work and we can discuss exactly all that it would take for you to collect your last payment.”

Mark swallows hard. “Well, I think it was three bow jobs that were agreed upon.”

“Yes. That was the agreement.” She straightens up and slowly slides her hands down her body, cupping her breasts briefly before sliding them down her stomach and over her panties. Turning around and bending over, she let him see the wet spot in the crotch of her panties and the butt plug. She picks up her shirt and puts it on, followed by her skirt. “I just hope there aren't any late fees or anything.” She winks at him and walks out of his office.