Adam got the parking spot and the bonus in the same week.
He came home both nights proud and grateful, kissing me like I’d had something to do with it beyond spreading my legs in his boss’s office. I smiled, let him f**k me on the couch or in the bed, and felt Victor’s loads shift around his c**k every time. After he fell asleep I sent the required pictures—thighs spread, mixed c*m leaking, skirt or panties ruined—and waited for the next demand.
It came on Friday morning.
Noon. My office. He’s going to ask about the corner window today. You’re paying for it on your knees, then bent over the chair, then riding me until you come. Different every ask. Don’t be late.
I wasn’t.
Victor locked the door the second I stepped inside. He didn’t speak. He pointed at the floor. I dropped. He freed
