Mister Craft. Certainly, he seemed to focus quite a bit on the way women looked. It was the early evening, and she still wore what she had arrived in that morning: outrageously expensive heels, pants, and a blouse.
Her tight dark pants showed off her ass incredibly—not to mention the length of her gorgeous gams—and her cleavage-baring blouse was only there to display how much her incredibly buoyant, young, perfect 36DD tits didn’t need a bra. So, of course, she didn’t wear one, exposing her twin beauties to all who looked—which was, she knew, everyone she passed.
Vivian was quite accustomed to being looked at. To say that she enjoyed it didn’t was beyond the point—it was simply a fact of life. She had been designed to be looked at and admired by the entire world. There was not a single doubt of this in her mind. Whatever could make this happen—whatever could enhance it and garner her more attention—was the morally correct thing to do.
There was also not a single doubt in her mind as to what this Mister Craft was up to. Somehow, he had brainwashed Jacqueline into being some lactating lesbian’s loveslave, and drugged Marisol so that her tits would get even bigger!
So, she strutted right past the busty secretary diddling herself in front of his office, and burst through the double-doors to his expansive office. Mister Craft was at the far end—his office rather bare and spartan—sitting behind a large desk and examining a series of papers and tablets with a pen in his hand.
“Miss Ruiz,” said Craft, barely looking up from the papers on his desk. “What a surprise.”
He certainly didn’t seem surprised.
“You think you’re so smart and superior, don’t you?” said Vivian. “You think you have this all well in hand. But, what you don't know is that I'm on to you. ”
Now he was paying attention. He set his pen down, looking bemused. “Are you now?”
“That’s right! I saw how your little Selene seduced Jacqueline. That flashy pendant and those drinks, or whatever.”
His eyes began to widen a bit. Vivian let herself stand up straighter, satisfied with the reaction. A smug smile crossed her lovely face.
“I saw that gangbang on Marisol, as well. I suppose you know that all those men could go to jail for that, and you too, for organizing it.”
He shrugged. “She certainly seemed to be enjoying it. I doubt you could put together any kind of a prison sentence with her in the state she's in. How did you see all of that?”
“As if you don’t know! Your man guided me around all day, and I ‘just so happened’ to stumble on your little orchestrated dalliances? Oh no, I don’t think so at all. That’s too coincidental. You wanted me to see them.”
“I did?”
“Of course you did. You wanted me to watch that bitch Jacqueline become a hot little coquettish kitten, so eager to please and curl up in her new mistress’s lap, just aching for the chance to lick pussy on command. Isn’t that right?”
“Well...”
Vivian held up a finger to her hot, elegant chin, posing automatically—she couldn't help herself. “And of course you wanted me to see the other side of what you can arrange. The hot, terrible forcefulness of your might—how you can make men unleash their brutality and cover a willing, needy babe in showers of cum—unprotected, I might add! She’s probably pregnant now!”
“I very much expect she is. But what do you think I was trying to do with all this? If, indeed, I planned you seeing it?”
“I imagine you wanted me cowed. You wanted me scared. You wanted me intimidated. Do I look intimidated, Mister Craft?”
She tossed her brilliant, lustrous dark hair back, standing proudly.
“No,” he said. “I have to admit, you don’t.”
He actually did look surprised now, thinking about that.
“That’s right. Do you want to know why?”
“I certainly do.”
She smiled, bending over at the waist, ass held high so that he could see its luscious arc, and
Her tight dark pants showed off her ass incredibly—not to mention the length of her gorgeous gams—and her cleavage-baring blouse was only there to display how much her incredibly buoyant, young, perfect 36DD tits didn’t need a bra. So, of course, she didn’t wear one, exposing her twin beauties to all who looked—which was, she knew, everyone she passed.
Vivian was quite accustomed to being looked at. To say that she enjoyed it didn’t was beyond the point—it was simply a fact of life. She had been designed to be looked at and admired by the entire world. There was not a single doubt of this in her mind. Whatever could make this happen—whatever could enhance it and garner her more attention—was the morally correct thing to do.
There was also not a single doubt in her mind as to what this Mister Craft was up to. Somehow, he had brainwashed Jacqueline into being some lactating lesbian’s loveslave, and drugged Marisol so that her tits would get even bigger!
So, she strutted right past the busty secretary diddling herself in front of his office, and burst through the double-doors to his expansive office. Mister Craft was at the far end—his office rather bare and spartan—sitting behind a large desk and examining a series of papers and tablets with a pen in his hand.
“Miss Ruiz,” said Craft, barely looking up from the papers on his desk. “What a surprise.”
He certainly didn’t seem surprised.
“You think you’re so smart and superior, don’t you?” said Vivian. “You think you have this all well in hand. But, what you don't know is that I'm on to you. ”
Now he was paying attention. He set his pen down, looking bemused. “Are you now?”
“That’s right! I saw how your little Selene seduced Jacqueline. That flashy pendant and those drinks, or whatever.”
His eyes began to widen a bit. Vivian let herself stand up straighter, satisfied with the reaction. A smug smile crossed her lovely face.
“I saw that gangbang on Marisol, as well. I suppose you know that all those men could go to jail for that, and you too, for organizing it.”
He shrugged. “She certainly seemed to be enjoying it. I doubt you could put together any kind of a prison sentence with her in the state she's in. How did you see all of that?”
“As if you don’t know! Your man guided me around all day, and I ‘just so happened’ to stumble on your little orchestrated dalliances? Oh no, I don’t think so at all. That’s too coincidental. You wanted me to see them.”
“I did?”
“Of course you did. You wanted me to watch that bitch Jacqueline become a hot little coquettish kitten, so eager to please and curl up in her new mistress’s lap, just aching for the chance to lick pussy on command. Isn’t that right?”
“Well...”
Vivian held up a finger to her hot, elegant chin, posing automatically—she couldn't help herself. “And of course you wanted me to see the other side of what you can arrange. The hot, terrible forcefulness of your might—how you can make men unleash their brutality and cover a willing, needy babe in showers of cum—unprotected, I might add! She’s probably pregnant now!”
“I very much expect she is. But what do you think I was trying to do with all this? If, indeed, I planned you seeing it?”
“I imagine you wanted me cowed. You wanted me scared. You wanted me intimidated. Do I look intimidated, Mister Craft?”
She tossed her brilliant, lustrous dark hair back, standing proudly.
“No,” he said. “I have to admit, you don’t.”
He actually did look surprised now, thinking about that.
“That’s right. Do you want to know why?”
“I certainly do.”
She smiled, bending over at the waist, ass held high so that he could see its luscious arc, and
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