I woke up the next morning with Damien’s dried c*m still sticky on my thighs.
My p***y felt sore and used, but I didn’t dare shower, because orders were clear.
I slipped into a tight black pencil skirt and a sheer white blouse with no bra, and no panties, just as he demanded. My n*****s were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
When I arrived at Sinclair Tower, Claire gave me a disapproving look but said nothing.
The moment I stepped into Damien’s office, he was already waiting.
“Lock the door,” he commanded just as he did the previous day.
I locked it.
He stood up slowly, eyes roaming over my body like I was his property.
“Skirt up. Let me see that f*****g pussy.”
I lifted my skirt and spread my legs. He walked over and ran two fingers along my slit, spreading the mess.
“You
