Her pussy still throbbed with unmet need as she smoothed lotion over her long, nicely tanned legs and soft feet. She was so fucking horny, but time was slipping away. She slipped into sensible kitten-heel pumps, twisted her long blonde hair into a severe, professional bun, and applied light, flawless makeup.

“Better to keep this out of the way during the meeting,” she thought.

Monica May hurried to the garage, hopped into her car, and sped off. Barry had already left for the warehouse compound downtown, while her destination—the sleek main offices of Wade Industries—was much closer.

The moment she arrived, she dove straight into work. As Phillip Wade’s personal...