They lift me onto the boardroom table like I weigh nothing.
The same table where I've pitched proposals and sat through budget meetings and fought for every inch of respect. Now I'm lying on it, skirt hiked around my waist, blouse torn open, bra shoved down to expose my t**s.
They arrange themselves around me like they're conducting a business meeting – which, in a sense, they are.
David at my head. His c**k bobs in front of my face, still wet with my spit.
Marcus between my legs. His fingers are replaced by something thicker pressing against my entrance.
Richard on my left. James on my right. Both stroking themselves, waiting.
"Good ROI," James observes, looking at my spread body like he's evaluating an acquisition. "Strong assets. Excellent capacity for growth."
"Performance metri
