Quitting time

You help Meghan sit up and unlock the cuffs. She stretches her arms and rubs her wrists, looking up at you under her lashes. When you remove the clips from her nipples she gives a shallow gasp, closing her eyes for the moment. Amanda tugs the ben wa balls out of your secretary's pussy, and gives it a long soft kiss as she does. The two of them look like an erotic treat huddled together, and if you weren't so fucked out you might be tempted again, but as it is you are content to enjoy the sight.

After a moment Amanda stands up, smiling at you.

"I'll be lucky if I can walk after that," she grins. "You fucked me good, Mr. Chandler. Or can I call you John now?"

"I prefer to keep things more formal in the workplace Amanda," you reply.

"Oh yes, Meghan has told me about your discipline. I wouldn't want to have to put you to that trouble with me." She gives you a sultry smile and starts organizing her clothes. "Damn. The buttons are torn...Oh right," she grins, leering at you, "We were kind of impatient."

"May I get dressed, Sir," Megan asks, staring at you. You nod to her and she starts to dress, looking at you as she does. You find your pants and shorts and pull them on, finding your shoes kicked under the couch.

In a few minutes the three of your are dressed and more or less back to normal, except for Amanda's blouse which she's holding together. You check your watch and see that it's a little after six.

"Alright Meghan, I'll see you tomorrow. Amanda, it's been a pleasure."

"The pleasure was mine Mr. Chandler," she smiles, and looks over her shoulder at your as she walks to the door, her ass wiggling at you.

"Good night, Sir," Meghan says deferentially, leaving with her friend.

Time to go home.