Blood rushed into Jack's c**k as Ashley slid off his lap, letting go of him in the process. The stillness around them was oppressive as she climbed up on the conference table, shoving her folder and laptop aside. Carefully, she slid to the edge of the table, extending a leg toward Jack, the pointed toe of her ivory high heel poking him in the chest. Her eyes watched him as his stare wandered up her leg to the top of her stocking, then the pale thigh above that, and finally to a shadowy suggestion of cream colored panties.
"I want an expression of contrition that means something. One that conveys how truly remorseful you are. So not only are you going to apologize, but you're going to kiss the toe of my shoe. They're Gucci. They cost more than you make in a month. Probably three times more
