Back to work

You watch the others leave as you straighten you files, glancing at Meghan as you do so. She's biting her lip, pressing against your foot, looking at you under her lashes.

"Nice self control, wench," you congratulate her, and she nods at you, meekly and silently.

" I didn't think you could manage it, but I was wrong. Well done."

She nods, ducking her head and lowering her eyes. "I'm very wet Sir. You made me very wet."

"But you didn't come."

"No Sir. Will you use me now Sir? Will you violate me?"

"That's what you want, isn't it wench?"

"Yes Mr. Chandler. I told you I was your office wench. You can use me as you wish. I'm your slut, I'm powerless to resist you. I'll do anything," she whimpers, her eyes pleading for release.