You take one look at the swell of 's breasts rising and falling in heated anticipation. The smell of sex permeates your office, but you swear it is emanating directly from between her legs. This is exactly how you want her all week, with sex on her mind.....and her face, tits, and dripping from all her holes.
"," you address her sternly. She is taken aback by your sudden change of tone, but she plays along for now. "I don't care what you do in your personal life -- as long as it does not affect your performance at work. But obviously your sex addiction is interfering with the perfomance of your duties. I'm putting you on probation. No masturbating, no rubbing, no orgasms whatsoever. And absolutely no sex with anyone -- man or woman -- without my explicit consent."
looks disappointed, but she knows the game you're playing. She nods meekly, like a chastised schoolgirl. But her hand strokes unconsciously down her neck and chest, and as she stands there, she squeezes her thighs together sporadically. You're not quite sure she'll be able to make it until tomorrow without rubbing herself raw.
"Furthermore, I find your continued lack of adherence to the dress code quite disobedient. We're all team players here, if you haven't noticed, and we can't have our employees inappropriately distracted. Tomorrow, I want you to report to work in strict compliance with the new dress code. Might I suggest wearing..."
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