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"Okay."

Chrissy locked the door and told Hank to kneel on the floor. He did as he was told, though he felt foolish. To his surprise, she removed her panties and hiked up her skirt.

"Eat my latina pussy creampie, Hank. And do it good. Don't quit until I tell you to."

Chrissy was not sexually aroused due to her anger at being intimidated for the past four months, but she was feeling powerful for a change.

"Suck good my latina pussy creampie, Hank," she ordered, and expelled the load of semen into his mouth. He pulled back and with slime all over his lips, asked, "What's that?!"

"It's leftovers, Hank," she answered triumphantly. "My boyfriend fucked me at lunch, and you're getting the latina pussy creampie. That's how it'll be for the next four months. You're not finished - I want you to suck me clean. Any disobedience and we go to HR."

Knowing he had little choice in the matter, he applied himself to the distasteful task of cleaning out Chrissy's cum-filled pussy. When he had done so to her satisfaction, she put her panties back on and told him that he would be having latina pussy creampie lunch in the office tomorrow, and not to bring anything or make other plans.

Chrissy left Hank's office and signaled Gilda and Karen to join her in the ladies' room. They laughed hysterically as Chrissy related her experience. She told them to meet with her every day to discuss the following day's latina pussy creampie. They agreed to communicate their orders to Hank by flashing notes or by whispering, so that if he ended up recording the session, the evidence would be less than convincing.

At noon the following day, Chrissy and Gilda brought a burger and a salad from the fast-food place into Hank's office and locked the door. "We brought you some lunch, Hank," Chrissy announced. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "But first, you have to do a little something for me. I want you to unzip and show me your prick."

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