Two days ago he wouldn't have given a shit, but now he felt like he was watching tabloid news exposing the secrets of celebrities."Among Volentin we d...on't have ranks. We know who ranks above and below among the family. These military ranks are for your convenience. By my family name alone, I outrank most officers and by my position near the empress, I can pull whatever rank I need. I don't usually because you normals have such fragile egos and you whine like spoilt children." Not all normals. He knows her balance will not be hurt much by these generous donations, but it is fascinating seeing such dollar amount be given.And as the president watches Emma distribute these funds, leaning into his desk to write the check, he lets himself fantasize over what he can’t have in real life.He can see her cleavage as she leans forward, her low cut dress does just give a peek at her lace bra. He imagines standing and walking in front of Emma in the leather chair. Reaching behind her and. ‘Thwack!’?Aaaggghhh!?More piercing pain, her other breast flattening, enveloping the flexing bamboo shunt as she twists, jerks at her bindings, grunts through the soiled mouth-gag.?You understand yet?? He asks, lowering the shunt, flicking it upwards between her spread legs. ‘Thwack!’?Gaaaaaaaddd!... Omph!... Oomph!?Knees trembling, reflexively pressing inward as she frantically jerks her head up and down, the feel of the damp, flexing cane flicking away from the sensitive flesh between her. Amy protested saying that it would be boring but after about half an hour of re-assuring her, she decided to give it a try. I went to my room and put on my thong, sports bra, yoga pants and a loose tank top and waited for Amy in the car. As I saw the door open and Amy walk out she was wearing yoga pants and only a sports bra. As she got into the car I asked if she didn't feel kind of weird being so exposed but Amy brushed off my worries so I started the car and drove to work.As we got there,.