He pulled away and stepped back, watching me for a moment leaning there panting with my shirt hanging off my shoulders, my bra pushed up to my throat and my firm dark breasts on flagrant display, nipples pointed to the ceiling, glistening wet from his attentions.

"Turn around," he grated.

"No! Please, not here! Not now!" I attempted to pull my bra down and get my clothes together but he grabbed me and swung me around with a savage curse, bending me face down over the conference table.

"No..!" I moaned, as his hard hands caressed my high round ass through my black crepe skirt. He held the tab of...