Stacy enters the office

"Yeah...it's me...", Billy's muffled voice drifted out from inside the room.

Stacy almost jumped in her place.

She hadn't expected a response after knocking on the two rooms before.

She collected herself before turning the doorknob. The creaky noise from the hinges echoed through the gallery as she pushed open the door.

Stacy took a peek behind her to check if anyone else was present. After making sure she was alone, she stepped inside.

Billy, shirtless, was standing with his back towards Stacy. His forearms were propped on the desk, hands gripping the opposite edges.

Stacy already had knots in her stomach as this was the first time since morning she was alone with Billy. But now, looking at his chiseled back, a fortress of pure muscle, she couldn't help but give a quick caress to her groin.

The juices from her snatch had made her shorts somehow soggier than before.

"You can close the door Stacy...", Billy requested, after a pause. Stacy quickly obliged by kicking the door shut with her foot.

Billy's heart was thumping in his chest. Linda's punch had set off a chain of events, culminating in his **** attempt to get humiliated.

Unlike the **** humiliation outside, his actions now would be entirely his own.

Stepping on his own pride, Billy slowly turned to face Stacy.

He was still shamelessly sporting a boner, more prominent than before.

Stacy could barely stifle a gasp. For a few seconds, she could only stand there, her hands cupping her mouth.

"Billy...honey...it's...it looks so...painful" was all she could manage to speak.

Here was a champion boxer, and above all, Stacy's trainer, standing with a comical erection.

And he was getting a kick out of it.

Stacy couldn't help but move her hand towards Billy's shorts.

"Loosening the drawstrings wasn't a bad idea after all...huh Billy?...", Stacy spoke under her breath, somewhat amused by her own remark.

For Billy, time seemed to crawl as Stacy's outstretched fingers inched closer to his waist. His dick bobbed in anticipation of her touch, which didn't go unnoticed by her.

Unlike the Asian mom, Stacy was quick to pull one end of the drawstring to loosen it. However, she did manage to caress his stiff erection.

"Here...", She pulled her fingers back, though unwillingly.

"No...", Billy blurted out, which froze Stacy's hand in mid-air, "...loosen it more...ugh..."

Billy's legs gave way for a moment, but he swiftly regained his balance.

This momentary weakness was caught by Stacy's eyes. During the training, she had been the meek one, but now the tables were turning in her favour. With a new surge in confidence, she drew closer to him. Her abs were now touching his boner.

"Billy...", Stacy whispered. His dick twitched in its confinement, as her hot breath assaulted his senses. She peeked down as she felt a familiar tickle.

"...if you want a piece of this...", she heaved up her cleavage, making sure he followed, "...you'll need to mind your manners...". She had a hint of steel in her voice.

Stacy, ever so slowly, stuck her thumb in his waistband, to further assert dominance.

Billy's eyes almost rolled back in his head. This was going to be a long break.