Knock on the Door

" Good, now get my cock nice and lubed."

Irene turned on her knees and quickly got to work. She took it down halfway before being **** all the way down by Betsy, apparently she didn't want to waste any time; her eyes were full of lustful hunger. However, a knock came from the sliding doors causing all but the **** Shelby to stop and turn. The doors were both wide open and in the entrance stood another woman, just as tall and old as Betsy. She wore a black and white dress with a solid black jacket that draped over her arms. It was unbuttoned, showing off the ample cleavage waiting to pop out of her dress top. Her clothing went well with her tan skin and blonde hair and matched the deep black glasses covering her mischievous eyes. It was Ms. Annette.

"Good afternoon ladies." She said as she stepped in, closing the door behind her. "I was wondering when you'd be over Ms. Walker, but...from the looks of things, I now understand. Her face remained calm, but even under the glasses Irene could see the fire consuming them. Irene could also tell that Betsy seemed off, not nearly as confident as she was moments ago; Irene also noticed her cock wasn't nearly as hard, settling at about half mast.

"Mistress Annette, I-I apologize for what you're seeing here. I just, I believed-" Betsy said, just before being cut off.

"You believed I would have already left for my vacation? How dumb do you think I am?" The question received no response from Betsy, all she could do was lower her head and shake her head.

"Irene, dear, you're to go to your room and change. I can see the cum stains around your neck. Afterwards you will report over to my home immediately. I will be over shortly to give you instructions before I leave, is that understood?" She asked, never taking her eyes from Betsy. Irene nodded then scurried past the dominant figure, she glanced back upon exiting the office when she saw Ms. Annette approaching Betsy with her hand on her hip, "Oh Lauren, I warned you and I warned you, but you never listen." Irene had already approached the stairs when she heard the office door close again.