Butt plug day

‘It started earlier the next day, she was up for breakfast with me and Bev. She sat with us, like butter wouldn’t melt, watching the news on TV, eating toast. She had on this little beach dress, pink, it really suited her. Bev left for work and as soon as the front door close she hunched her knees up on the chair and said - what do you think of my butt plug? Doesn’t it match my dress really well? - she wasn’t wearing any panties and had a sparkling pink toy in her ass. I said please don’t start this again, I need to work. Once again she asked me all these questions - did I like her ass? Did I like the butt plug? Didn’t I want to fuck her in the ass? Where did I want to cum?’

‘What happened for the rest of the day?’

‘I tried to work, I had a full day of design work to do, a few video calls. She kept appearing in the office with skimpy outfits on, and wearing a different butt plug with each one, or she’d bring a dildo in and fuck herself in front of me. It was impossible to ignore, I was trying to work whilst trying to ignore her and my boner. She told me unless I fucked her she’d tell Bev about me stealing money from her to prop up my business, about my financial past and my internet search history.’

‘What?’

‘She was blackmailing me. Openly. She wanted my black cock or she’d tell Bev about the things she’d found out about me - I’ve had some bankruptcies in the passed, I like to watch porn, neither are crimes but i didn’t want Bev to find out. I told her I wasn’t going to fuck her. She told me I had 24 hours to change my mind or she’d tell on me. The skimpy outfits and butt plugs continued all day, she would brush up against me at any opportunity. Then as soon as her mum came home, fully dressed and compliant.’

‘What happened on the next day?’