The last meeting ended at 6:12.
I waited until the hallway cleared, then slipped into the conference room and locked the door. The long table still held scattered folders and half-empty water glasses. I bent over the end of it, skirt up, no panties, and texted him one line.
Ready. Table. Full from earlier.
He walked in ninety seconds later, locked the door again behind him, and didn’t speak. Just looked at me spread over the wood where the board had been arguing budgets an hour ago. His belt hit the floor. He freed his c**k, already hard, and stepped between my legs.
“Hands flat. Don’t move them. You’ve been leaking my c*m into your chair all afternoon. Now you’re going to take another load where they sit. If anyone knocks, you stay quiet and clench. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He dragged th
