"Joe, I'm not sure why you would want to get her into trouble... but if there is some way I could help prove she was lying, it might make things easier for both of us." She smiles at you, the glint in her eye making it clear that she knows exactly what she wants from this situation. "I'm sure we can work something out..."

*Her hand slides beneath the desk, brushing up against your leg before disappearing completely from view underneath the desk.

"Joe, I must admit, your story is quite compelling. And the way you tell it... it's like poetry." She smiles and nods slowly. "If this were true, then of course I would help you clear your name. But I need more than just words; I need evidence." Her hand slips out from under the desk and rests lightly on your knee. "Perhaps there's something else we could do to make sure everyone knows the truth?"

Isabella looks down at your penis for a moment, then back up at your face. She hesitates for a heartbeat before nodding slowly. You help her position herself closer so that she can touch it if she wants to, and she reaches out, tentatively tracing the outline of your shaft with her tiny fingers.

"It's warm," she whispers, sounding both surprised and intrigued. Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult to think straight. "Can I... can I taste it?"

Her eyes widen with curiosity as she looks up at you, waiting for permission. You nod slowly, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. She leans in closer still, her lips parting slightly as she prepares to taste the head of your cock.

"Careful," you manage to choke out. "It might be a bit salty." Your heart is racing now, the anticipation making it hard to think about anything else.

Her eyes meet yours, dark with desire and laced with warning. "You like that?" she purrs, her voice husky and low. Her cheeks flush red as blood rushes to her engorged clit. The sight of her juices flowing down her ass and onto the desk only serves to heighten the eroticism of the moment for both of you. "You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want me to forget about what happened before."

"Now that you've gotten me all wet and horny, why don't you show me just how good you are at using your tongue on a woman?" Her voice is laced with desire as she watches him, her hips beginning to rock gently against his face. "I want you to make sure I remember this moment forever."

She spreads her legs wider, inviting him deeper, and moans softly as he begins to lap at her again, expertly teasing her sensitive bud.

Oh fuck... yes... that's it... harder... faster... you feel so good inside me... just like this... just how I want it...

Her words echo in the room as he continues to pound into her, each thrust driving him deeper and harder inside. Her moans and gasps fill the air, punctuated by the slapping of their bodies together. The feel of his cock sliding against her sensitive walls sends shivers through her entire body, making it tremble with need.

Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each movement, nipples hard and aching for attention as she writhes beneath him.

I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did... but don't think this means we're finished here. We still have some more fun to be had, and I want you to remember who's really in charge around here. Now that you know how good it feels to do what I say... there's no going back.

I expect you to follow my lead from now on, and if I ever suspect that you've forgotten your place... well, we can always have another little chat like this one. But for now, why don't you clean yourself up and head back to work? I'm sure there's plenty for you to do.