Chapter 7

MERET

How could I possibly be alright, Sarah?

My boss had just driven two fingers into my pussy on a high-gloss mahogany boardroom table, made me scream loud enough to wake the dead, licked my slickness off his hand like it was fine dining, and then tried to unbutton his pants before I slapped him across the face. My thighs were still trembling, my underwear was ruined, and I could still feel the echo of my orgasm pulsing between my legs.

But sure.

I was doing great.

Just another productive Tuesday morning at the office.

I forced a bright smile…