The older woman took every opportunity to undermine Wendy’s work. The older woman gave Wendy an astonished look when she saw how she was dressed. The men in the meeting couldn’t Bondage stop staring at the submissive woman’s tits. As the presentation fetish dragged on, Bev took more and more control. Something Wendy would have successfully defended just a week ago. Now it was almost as if she was the older woman’s assistant. The clients certainly seemed to think so. After they were finished, the men shuffled out. The two professional women gathered their materials gagging up. “You’ll be fired if I let on how you came dressed today.” Bev announced from behind Wendy. “You look like a tramp.” The beautiful brunette didn’t defend herself. She just continued arraigning files. Keeping her head down. Bev grinned. She could sense some sort of change in the younger woman. It was obvious she could exploit it. But how? Bev wanted to humiliate the girl like she had been humiliated when she was passed over. She grinned at Wendy’s back. Her round ass nearly exposed by her short skirt as she bent over the table. Bev felt an amazing sense of power and exhilaration as she swatted the young BDSM woman’s ass. Wendy’s head jerked up and she gasped in surprise. “You aren’t better than me now. Are you, whore?” Bev asked. She grabbed Hardcore the woman’s long brown hair and swatted her again. “Are you!” She demanded. “N...no ma’am.” Wendy responded meekly. She lunged quickly forward, her puckered lips colliding fetish with mine and her tongue jabbing hard trying to violate me. I gagging felt a swell of nervous bile pushing upwards into my throat. I want to hear pussy farts." “Do me a favor hun and put this sucker up my ass please?” I didn’t need to hear her say THAT twice! She put fingers through the hole of his briefs Bondage and wrapped them around him. "She's a work in progress, we've had to discipline Hardcore her a few times, but she hasn't repeated a mistake yet. I gasped when I BDSM first saw the sketch. Lots of nasties in the grass up there.” She felt so hot wrapped around me. So wicked. 
He interrupted her thoughts when he got up and took the leash to walk her to the couch in the living room. All the lunch tables were gone, the space cleared out for the festivities. He studied the image again and took note of his bright, shining smile. It was so hot. Pinkie was of course on the seventh sky from pleasure until eventually her body got used to the torment.