Emma

I am still under the desk when he finishes.

His hand tightens in my hair one time, his hips jerking forward and then I feel the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. I swallow fast.

He groans and then he pets my head. “Good girl.”

My knees hurt when they press against the floor. My thighs feel sticky from what happened. My dress is still all bunched up around my waist. I think my panties are somewhere on the carpet. I have to wait until he moves the chair back a bit so I can move.

“Out.”

I slowly crawl forward on my arms that are shaking...