Take control of the situation and direct Maria and Rick into more explicit positions for additional photos to send to the family

You slide from the executive chair, your pussy slick with Becky's saliva as you straighten your skirt just enough to walk. With phone in hand, you circle the leather couch where Maria bounces desperately on Rick's cock, her professional blouse hanging open and her normally perfect hair in wild disarray.

"Stop, stop!" you giggle, clapping your hands like an excited film director. "That angle's all wrong for the family album! Daddy likes to see everything."

Maria freezes mid-bounce, her eyes wide with conflicting emotions—shock, arousal, and a hint of lingering professional concern. Rick, however, smirks appreciatively at your initiative.

"Maria," you instruct, voice breathy but surprisingly authoritative, "turn around and face the windows. Daddy loves reverse cowgirl 'cause he can see your asshole while you bounce."

"I—" Maria stammers, but Rick's hands are already guiding her hips, helping her pivot without disconnecting their bodies.

"That's it, sweetheart," Rick growls as Maria settles back onto him, now facing London's glittering skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Listen to my princess. She knows exactly what I like."

You circle them again, snapping photos from different angles while Becky watches hungrily from the side, her hand between her legs.

"Arch your back more," you direct Maria, reaching out to press between her shoulder blades. "And bounce faster! Daddy loves when a girl really works for his cum."

Maria moans, following your instructions with increasing abandon as her professional persona crumbles completely. Your hand slides around to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly.

"Your tits are way nicer than I expected," you compliment sincerely. "No wonder Daddy's been staring at you for seven years."

Rick groans his agreement, his hands leaving red marks on Maria's hips. "You've been hiding these curves under pantsuits all this time," he pants. "Criminal."

You turn to Becky, who's fidgeting impatiently nearby. "Sis, come help Maria make Daddy feel extra good. Show her that special thing with your tongue."

Becky squeals with delight, dropping to her knees beside the couch. She leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick where Rick and Maria are joined, alternating between teasing Rick's balls and Maria's swollen clit.

"Oh god," Maria gasps, her hips jerking erratically. "I can't—I shouldn't—"

"You're doing so amazing," you encourage, stroking her hair like she's a skittish animal. "Daddy needs a good work wife who knows how to drain his balls between meetings."

You position yourself directly in Maria's line of sight, making sure she focuses on your words. "That's what you want, right? To be Daddy's perfect work wife? Available whenever he needs to relieve stress?"

Rick's rhythm intensifies, his fingers digging harder into Maria's flesh. "Answer her," he commands, voice tight with approaching climax.

Maria's professional reservations disintegrate under the combined **** of physical pleasure and your manipulative guidance. "Yes!" she cries, back arching impossibly. "I want to be his work wife! I'll take care of everything—his schedule, his clients, his cock—whenever he needs me!"

Your phone captures the exact moment Maria's orgasm crashes through her—eyes rolling back, mascara streaking her flushed cheeks, mouth open in a silent scream as seven years of repressed desire explode in a single cathartic release.

"That's it," you coo triumphantly. "Welcome to the family."

A notification chimes on your phone—task completed.

00:35 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Office, Bellingham Properties, London

[DADDY'S WORK WIFE] | [Medium] | [48 hrs] | [COMPLETED ✓]