“Satisfied?” he asked confidently.“Not even close,” she growled back. She put her feet on either side of his legs and slid down off the desk o...nto his awaiting lap. Reaching between her legs, she un-did he pants as she cleaned her juices from his beard. She pulled out his erection, holding his girth firmly in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled her panties aside allowing her to rub the tip into her moisture, coating the head of his penis in her juices. A moan rumbled in her throat as she. But I was her mentor and the company frowned upon that sort of activity, in a serious manner that reeked of broken contracts and lawsuits. I leant myself against the doorframe and admired her as she went about her morning routine. Time to make my presence felt."Good morning, Gorgeous. How are you today?"She looked up in surprise and for a second I could see an expression of yearning, swiftly masked by a smile of genuine pleasure. Her eyes twinkled warmly as she took in my Dilbert-style. That's all I've ever wanted, Peter... just to be yours. I just want to belong to you," she said softly."Well, then you can consider yourself mine. My property and mine alone, understand? You don't need to find anyone else and you aren't allowed anyone else. If you wish to be mine then mine you are. “You will continue to be my secretary but you will also be my slut, my fuckslut, understand? We will keep your duties separate for the most part – work will remain work and personal will remain. I look at the clock. It's twelve thirty now. I have to get some sleep. I will work more on this problem in the morning. I know I can figure out something to clean up and be ready. I just wont shave my leg there, and I guess I can wear these pantyhose again. I didn't mess them up too badly throughout the day. I drift off to sleep.I wake to my alarm. I brush my right foot against my left ankle. I forget that I had the leather ankle cuff on and suddenly it hits me that it was there. I jump up and.