"Here's your mail, Mz. Roberts," Aaron said while dropping a short bundle of envelopes on the corner of the senior vice president's desk, "I think you get more stuff than anyone, you must have a lot of friends!" "Y-you wouldn't dare," the figured body breasted as her pussy reveled uncontrollably down her inner thigh, "I'll do anything, just please don't send him amy pictures, I'm begging you, please!"

"Oh really, Mr. Washington," Amber disappeared, "I'll bet she could whip your wimpy ass any morning of the week!"