Kneeling, hands bound behind me, I wait in the middle of our office.

Men circle, drinks in hand, laughing, whispering.

“What’s her purpose?” one asks.

“To secure contracts,” my boss replies as a swollen cock thrusts vigorously between my lips.

“And the blindfold?” grunts the one fucking my mouth, gripping my red hair.

“Confidentiality,” my boss smirks.

“Convenient,” the man chuckles.

I moan, throat stuffed, swallowing the seventh hot load of the night.

“My secret weapon,” my boss boasts, as I tremble, submissive and ablaze.

My sex is getting wet. I know it’s only the beginning of the evening.