Final evaluation?

"Overall Performance," you say, placing your hand on the curve in her back. "Needs Improvement."

You press the tip of your cock against the entrance to her pussy, already dripping with her fluids. She’s trembling, her body begging for more. You slide in slowly, her walls clenching around you as you fill her. She moans, her nails digging into the desk as you start to move, your hips slamming against hers. The plug in her ass shifts with every thrust, the sensation overwhelming. The desk creaks under you, the sound mingling with her moans, your groans, the sharp snap of skin against skin. The review isn’t over yet - you'll give her the opportunity to improve her scores and pass with flying colors.

After a few hours, you finally withdraw your cock from Gemma's ravaged pussy. Your desk is flooded with her juices, the smell cloying in the air. Her back is painted with ribbons of cum, settling in the curve of her spine. She's splayed out atop the desk, her limbs hanging limply off the edges. You sit back in your chair, your cock still hard, and take a deep breath, recovering from your exertions. You take a bottle of bourbon out of your drawer and pour yourself a glass, downing it in one swift motion.

Once you've regained your strength, you get up from the desk and take the leash in your hand. It's been a while since you've done a review of the premises, and now seems like an excellent time to do so. You tug on Gemma's collar, and with a pained groan she slides off the desk and onto the ground, barely able to hold herself up. You lift your foot and push down on the plug in her ass with your toes, ensuring that it's nice and snug, and then flick the leash towards the door.