Yes, Mr. Shaver (part 2)

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Shaver?” Pete asked, somehow managing to pull his gaze from my nakedness while the young Travis groped me.

His eyes quickly shot back when I gasped slightly, a shiver going down straight from my breasts to my crotch as Travis rubbed his splayed palms in a circular motion over my tightened nipples. I watched him lick his lips, obviously becoming aroused at my exposure and humiliation.

“I hear you’ve been harassing my administrative assistant in the elevator.” Mr. Shaver’s stern voice contrasted greatly with his casual pose behind his desk.

I watched the confusion and worry pass over Pete’s face; I knew exactly what he was thinking. He wasn’t in trouble was he? Not with the slut standing there like an offering being manhandled by a boy while her boss watched…

“Uh…” Pete started off poorly, but it was only a heartbeat before his sales experience and general talent for manipulating words took over. “I may have been overly forward a time or two, sir. But you have to admit her mode of dress and…” he glanced pointedly at me while Travis, oblivious to the conversation, attempted to get as much of my right tit in his mouth as possible, “…behavior, don’t exactly discourage it.”

Travis let go of my breast with a wet pop, and grinned at the angry pink teeth marks he had left on the fullness of my breast. He was going to be just like his father some day.

“Quite alright, Pete. You’re not here to be berated. Feel free to finger fuck her ‘til your heart’s content, I don’t mind in the least.” Both men chuckled as Travis pressed my tits tight together so he could lick and suck and bite at both nipples. “Now Miss Cranston, on the other hand, needs to be punished. Isn’t that true Lilly?”

Like so many of his questions there was only one right answer.