As well as he can.

Sara pushed the scarlet dildo deeper and deeper into her watering mouth, each push making her raise her face higher and higher. Her eyes lost focus, free hand curled in a trembling claw pawing at the air, while her throat made louder and louder moans until suddenly they turned to violent gags. Saliva burst out at the edges of her smile, as her whole body vibrated in pleasure.

"Deany, you there?" Mr Alberto seemed concerned, making the Dean realize that he didn't listen to a word he said. To be fair it was hard to concentrate on the business conversation when a fairly attractive woman debases herself in front of you. Still, it probably would be better if Dean stayed professional.

Okay. One crisis at a time.

"I'm sorry, Mr Alberto, my secretary had an urgent question. Can you repeat that?"

"Ha ha!" He actually said 'ha ha' instead of laughing. "I know exactly what you mean! Those tramps are hard to keep at bay!"

Sara made another push with the dildo, her throat bulging slightly, her whole body moving in a snake like manner. A lonely tear smeared her eyeliner down her left cheek.

"...so Carl and I were thinking that it would be a great idea to have some of that in Reddale! Get some student blood pumping, repaint the walls in the process! It's a win-win!"

Sara held the dildo, **** on it's considerable girth. It was clear that this was as far as she can push it, the dildo itself still hanging a ways out, her fingers running over the lips on the base of it like they were her own. She struggled to do even that much, her body fighting her all the way.

"I'm not sure we have the budget for that Mr Alberto." Dean mumbled, trying to piece together how balls fit into this crazy idea his bosses had.

"Oh you don't have to worry! The guys are supplying the guns! Carl will also try a few sponsors, see if they'll bite!"

Sara's eyes locked in on Dean's. They weren't sultry or seductive, instead seeming more... apologetic.

"Very well. Send me the details though Email. I'm sure Reddale will be happy to host such an event."

Sara's eyes rolled back, her lips losing color, her knees on the verge of buckling.

"Hell to the yes, man! I knew I could count on ya!"

And just like that the line died, signature sounds of 'your call ended' alerting Dean of his freedom.

He rushed for Sara, just as the secretary's legs gave out, yet her hand still holding the dildo as deep as she could take it. After managing to stop her from falling, Dean grabbed the ring and pulled, the scarlet intruder slipping past the blueish lips, followed by a deep breath and an uncontrollable coughing. She shuddered in his arms, her thighs weakly rubbing together, a lewd moan interrupted by the still on going coughs.

He face was a mess. Tears full of black eyeliner going this way and that, spit all around her mouth, going as low as her collar. Her eyes couldn't focus no matter how hard she tired, her lips just returning to it's natural pink shine.

"I'm sorry, mr Dean." Were the first words from her mouth. Dean didn't know what to say. Words and sentences refused to form into anything else than 'what the fuck'. But before he was able to voice that, the next line floored him. "You asked me to dispose of it, but I was unable to... I'm sorry for being so weak!"

Dean held his head in his hands trying to push away the headache. In front of him sat Sara, looking much more presentable than in his arms just minutes previous. Her mascara was still ruined, but the most noticeable marks were gone. She was smiling like a schoolgirl knowing she can't avoid a punishment. It didn't help change that perspective any that her blouse was tense on the verge of bursting. It was normally very loose like it was a size too big for her, but now it seemed the other way around. Did she tie it behind herself like that Simpson's meme or something?

The accursed tool of pleasure sat between them back in it's velvet prison. Unlike the secretary, the dildo spotted absolutely no mess even after being left on the ground for a considerable part of an hour.

"Miss Connors. Run me through the situation again." Dean asked for the third time.

Sara nodded, like that was an expected and absolutely not weird thing to ask for the third time. "At 17:42 I received the last of documents you requested on the food suppliers in the city. At 17:43 Mr Alberto texted me so you would call him. At 17:45 I entered the office, gave you the documents, relayed Mr Alberto's message, and was tasked by you to dispose of this lost and found item." She pointed to the dildo. "Then while you were talking with Mr Alberto, I tried and failed to do so. I, again, apologize for my weakness and lack of training."

Dean automatically nodded. He had to face the fact that Sara did indeed think that she was actually doing what he asked. That by pushing the item into her throat she was indeed disposing of it. "Alright. Can you tell me what this item is?"

Sara looked at the dildo and tilted her head. Her expression went blank for a moment, before she refocused on the Dean and said with visible confusion. "This is the source of your power? I'm sorry, I thought the nature of the item was obvious, so I never gave it much thought." Dean stared at her with disbelieve. This was new and, more importantly, this was crazy. He fruitlessly tried to wrap his head around these news, when Sara gave him another curved ball.

"So, what will be my punishment? I was hoping to get home before dark, Mr Dean."