I often started coming after his arrival time. As soon as I arrived, I would go straight to my room. I gradually stopped going to his room. He has started coming to my room now, trying to see me, with no other choice. If he came, I would deliberately pretend to be busy with work and make him fuck me, protect me. He would use that as an excuse and beat me up. That day, I had come wearing a coat on top and a skirt on the bottom. I was wearing stockings inside. But my legs were clearly visible up to my thighs. When he saw it, he couldn't control it. I knew that too well. That day, when he was standing there looking at my legs, I accidentally dropped my pen under my legs as if it was going to fall. Immediately, as I expected, he bent down to pick up the pen from under my feet. I also grabbed the back of my swivel chair so that he could pick up the pen. At that time, his hand touched my leg. For a moment, he forgot himself and gently stroked my leg. It looked like he was lying on my feet. I took a picture of it on my mobile without him knowing. Then I pretended to be a little nervous and said, "Can you go and touch my feet?" He said, "It's okay, I dropped your pen and came to pick it up, nothing else, what's the big deal?" He laughed and laughed. He slowly fell into my trap without realizing it.
I like to control men, but I have a knack for making them do it without them realizing it. I am half the age of my big boss. He was supposed to be like a father to me, and I also wanted to show him respect in that way at first. But when he didn't behave like his age on the first day, started licking and drooling at me, I decided that day that I would let him be my slave and fuck me like a dog.
A few days after he bent down at my feet and picked up the pen, it was a Friday evening, and everyone left early for the weekend. I was watching because I had some work to do. The elder's car had not started yet, and he was waiting for me. When it was time for me to come, he came to my room. That's when my work was done. Knowing that he had come, I started acting like I was still busy at work. As usual, he was watching me and enjoying it. After a few minutes, I asked him loudly, "What's this? My head hurts." Immediately, as I expected, he went and brought coffee from the coffee machine in the break room in another corner of the office and stood in front of me, like some office boy standing respectfully before his boss, bending over and holding a coffee cup in his hand. In the meantime, I opened the video recording on my mobile. Seeing him standing in front of me like a servant, I pretended not to see him, and knocked over the coffee cup by mistake. The coffee is now spilling on my slippers. I say it as if I am sorry that I didn't notice. No, it's my fault, I spilled coffee on your clothes and sandals. You have to forgive me, I'll clean it right now, he immediately bent down and sat at my feet and started wiping the coffee spilled on my sandals with his shirt. I was still standing there with my feet crossed. He, not realizing that I was making him so uncomfortable, considered it an opportunity for him, and started rubbing my legs with his hand as if he were wiping my sandals. We were both enjoying our respective positions.
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