Warning Rated PG+18
The boss, Mr. Razor stood up and mumbled, "Now I don't need to tell you what's about to happen. We cannot leave this room."
She nodded.
"Good," he continued, "then from this point I am in control. Do you understand? You will do exactly as I say."
She nodded again; her silhouette painted against the door. He was confident and commanding, just as she had fantasised. Like how time seemed to jump forward a few seconds and they were kissing. She vaguely recalled taking off her glasses and gently placing them down on the coffee table. His hands grabbed her behind, pulling her in close. Their tongues met in each other's mouths as clothing was shed all over the floor. She bit her lip, shook her head from the thought, and listened to his instructions. All she could do was no
