“Helen, can you come in for just a second?” Mr Afeez spoke into the intercom.

“Yes Sir,” Helen replied. It was almost 6pm and she knew exactly what he wanted. She usually waited after everyone else in the office had left. Mr Afeez had ordered her to since the day he hired her and she soon found out why. He would call on her sometimes and would order her to turn around, bending over to the desk as he fv-kked her.

Every evening, she waited for the call. Sometimes, the call did not come so she would pack up and leave at 6pm. She never asked him why he chooses or chooses not to call on her. She just did whatever he wanted. He was her boss and she could not disobey.

She stood up from her desk just outside his office, adjusted her dark blue pencil skirt and wiped her sweaty palms on the fabric. She ran a hand through her hair, making sure all was fine. She walked to his office and opened the door after one knock.

She entered and stood by his desk, waiting for him. His eyes scanned her body, from her legs up to her face then he stood up and came towards her. His hands came to her h!ps and he raised her skirt, his hands sliding against her skin, igniting her ar0-usal. He grabbed the waistband of her pan-t!es and pulled down, then turned her around so her hands were gripping the desk.

She felt his hand probe between her legs. He pushed further into her pv-$$y, rubbing her until he had gathered enough juice that had percolated there. Once his hand was well soaked with her juice, he slid a f!-nger into her a-$$hole, lubricating her. He alternated between finger-!ng her pv-$$y and her a-$$hole until he was sure she was ready...
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