In her office

You follow her into her office. The walls were glass, so there would be no privacy for the ensuing ****. She does finally release your cunt, but your pussy protests since it hurts even worse somehow as your lower lips pop back into shape instead of being squished flat.

"Oooooo," you moan from pain, but you also knew this was just the beginning then your pussy would just face more **** tommorrow. It was still a little red and swollen from yesterday and honestly, your boss seemed a bit pissed today you notice as you turn your attention to her. You were going to need an ice pack when this was over, but first you had to endure ten hours of getting your cunt crushed. You were a little happy in moments like these that you didn't have any real work to do. You had automated your entire job when you started, so you became the morale boost. She probably thought you managed to complete your tasks at home though as you never told her about automating it. Or maybe she did and that's why you got your pussy crushed by her kitten heels every day.

"I pay you $20 an hour, yet you've still allowed even the best part of my day to become stagnant. It's just a routine with you now! I want something more exciting than just kicking your pussy lips flat! So, I did some shopping and you have some gadgets to test out for me!"