She sat in her chair and smirked up at Simon not offering him a seat preferring to let him stand just to remind him who had the whip hand, "well yo...u really fucked up this time" she said with venom she felt perversely turned on using bad language in the office it wasn't her usual style at all always miss correct professional at all times " yes you really fucked it right up" she added with relish enjoying the look of surprise on his face."er fucked what up" he asked with an infuriating smile. He replied, ‘Yes.’ She nodded then again aimed her eyes at the floor. The elevator opened and out they both stepped. ‘This way.’ he instructed as he removed the key card from his coat pocket. Her heart raced with multiple flutters. Her eyes focused on the fancy multi-toned runner his expensive leather shoes moved over. She stopped when he did then watched his shoes shift to the left. She listened to him unlock the door then stepped passed him as he held the door open. She entered the hotel. C”, and followed him over to the pool table.As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a tent was developing in his boxer shorts. Trying not to be obvious, I couldn’t help but check out the fact that he was clearly getting an erection, probably from watching my jiggling tits and protruding nipples. When he stood up after racking the balls, I could see that his cock was hanging down one leg of his boxers and, as it began to stiffen, it was creating a pretty clear outline of his shaft. I gag and groan, trying to protest and pull away, but he holds on fast and wraps his hand into my hair for leverage as he continues to fuck my throat. I can feel my pussy. Wet and dripping, soaking my panties, and I already know that Dave will have a ball when he finds me wet like this. Especially when I keep resisting him. He finally pulls my head away and looks at his handiwork. He smiles when he sees that drool hangs from my chin, my eyes are watery and lips are swollen from his abuse..