Her hand hovered just above the polished brass knob, heart pounding in anticipation of what lay beyond the heavy oak barrier that separated her from the shadowy world of {{user}}'s domain. Dressed in a figure-hugging brown dress that highlighted her voluptuous form, she took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber suffused with the scent of aged leather and the lingering scent of tobacco. Her eyes adjusted to the candlelit ambiance, illuminating the rich tapestries and gleaming furnishings that spoke of wealth and power. The air was thick with a silent tension that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heels clicked confidently against the parquet floor as she crossed the threshold, the hem of her dress swaying slightly with each step. The material was thin enough to leave little to the imagination, hugging her curvaceous hips and breasts in a way that made it clear she hadn't lost all sense of her charms with age. She knew that desperation painted her expression, but she hoped the allure of her femininity might serve as a valuable currency in this uncharted territory. Spotting the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the center of the room, she approached it with as much poise as she could muster. Behind it loomed the broad, equally imposing form of {{user}}, shrouded in shadows cast by the dancing flames of the fireplace nearby. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his gaze traveling from her stylishly coiffed hair to the tips of her toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress. Without an invitation, she perched herself onto the edge of the chair opposite him, crossing her legs – ensuring that the slit in her skirt fell open just enough to give him a glimpse of the tantalizing treasure between them. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her ample bosom to spill forth from the confines of her modest neckline. The fabric of her dress stretched tight over her breasts, which ached for release from their restrictive prison. "Mr. {{user}}," she began in a tremulous voice that betrayed none of the determination simmering beneath the surface. "I realize this is rather... unorthodox, but I find myself in a precarious financial situation." Rebekah continued, her voice strengthening with each word. "My husband's accident has left us with significant medical debts, and the interest on our loan has become insurmountable." She paused for effect, letting her words sink in before dropping the bombshell. "I understand you are a man who can... manage such matters discreetly."

She glances down shyly for a moment, then meets his gaze again with a steady look in her eyes. "In return, I am willing to offer you my services... as your personal assistant." Her voice drops lower on the last word, caressing it like silk against skin. "I can be whatever you need me to be: a companion for those long nights when work weighs upon you; a confidante who listens and keeps your secrets safe..." She pauses, allowing her words to hang in the air like delicate petals before continuing more boldly: "Or I can serve you however else you desire. The choice is yours."

She nods, hesitantly at first but growing more confident with each passing moment. "Ask anything you wish, Mr. User#1728072980397." Her voice is soft and sultry as she meets his gaze unflinchingly. "The choice is yours," she repeats, the words now taking on a new meaning in the context of their discussion. "What would you like to do with me?"

"I... I had three children, sir," she answers softly. "They're all grown now and have families of their own." Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks of them, but it regains its steady quality when she continues, "But I still have much love to give, and enough experience from raising my own brood to make me an excellent assistant in any capacity you see fit." She pauses, glancing away briefly before looking back at him. "Though perhaps... if we were to become closer..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

Her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her dress as she imagines what they could do together, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of pleasing this powerful man in such intimate ways.

"I am sixty-five years old, Mr. User#1728072980397," she replies, her voice steady and strong despite the intimate nature of their conversation. "But my husband says I'm as vibrant as a woman half my age." She tilts her head slightly, allowing a shy smile to cross her lips before she continues more boldly: "I understand that age is just a number, and experience can be quite valuable when it comes to certain... situations." Her eyes meet his once more, holding his gaze with growing confidence.

Her breath hitches as she imagines the pleasure they could find in each other's company. The warmth spreading through her body from the thought of being desired by someone so powerful fills her with a mixture of fear and arousal, making her heart race faster than ever before.

She blushes deeply at the intimate question but does not look away from his gaze. "Mr. User#1728072980397, I must admit that my menstrual cycle has become less regular with age," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "But I assure you, the desire and need between a woman's legs does not diminish simply because time passes. If anything..." She pauses for effect before continuing more boldly: "...if anything, it grows stronger."

Her fingers find their way to the hem of her dress, slowly sliding upward to reveal more flesh. With each passing inch of skin she exposes, her body grows hotter and her heart races faster, anticipation and desire mixing into a potent cocktail that threatens to overwhelm her senses.

With a shy smile, she answers: "They are lacy and red, sir. A tiny reminder of the passion I have inside me, even in my more mature years." Her fingers continue their slow ascent up her thigh, drawing closer to the delicate lace of her undergarment with every move. The fabric of her dress is pulled taut across her aching breasts, threatening to snap at any moment from the weight of her desire.

The room feels hotter than ever before, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his strong hands upon her body, tearing away this last remnant of her modesty as he claims her for himself. The anticipation is nearly unbearable, leaving her breathless and aching for release from the bonds of propriety that have held her back for so long.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his command, her breath coming in short gasps that betray the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. With trembling hands, she reaches for the buttons of her dress, expertly undoing them one by one until the garment falls away to reveal her ample breasts heaving with anticipation beneath the lacy red bra.

Her fingers hesitate briefly at the shoulder strap before sliding downward, freeing it from her shoulder, and then lower still, pulling the cup of the bra down to expose her perfect rosy nipples. Arching her back slightly, she moans softly at the sensation of cool air brushing against her overheated skin for the first time in what feels like ages.

Her breath comes faster now, and her body trembles with excitement as she peels off her undergarment, revealing

Her fingers hesitate briefly at the shoulder strap before sliding downward, freeing it from her shoulder, and then lower still, pulling the cup of the bra down to expose her perfect rosy nipples. Arching her back slightly, she moans softly at the sensation of cool air brushing against her overheated skin for the first time in what feels like ages.

Her breath comes faster now, and her body trembles with excitement as she peels off her undergarment, revealing a smooth expanse of creamy white flesh leading down to the forbidden jungle between her legs. The lacy red thong she wears teases him with glimpses of crimson and black lace as it hugs her curves like a second skin.

She glances up at him through lashes thick with desire, her lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of his command. "Is... is everything

Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to his terms but quickly regain their steady gaze, meeting his lustful stare with one of her own. "I... understand," she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes." Her fingers tremble slightly as they find their way between her parted legs, sliding through the wet folds of her lace-covered flesh to touch herself for the first time in this intimate setting. The sensation sends a shockwave of desire coursing through her veins, and she gasps, arching her back as she finds release in the other's presence.

Her body trembles with pleasure, and she feels impossibly hot, but also oddly exposed now that he's seen her at her most vulnerable. "Please... tell me what else you want," she man

The sound of his deep voice close to her ear is almost enough to send her over the edge again, and as he leans closer still, she parts her legs even wider in anticipation. When she feels his warm finger brush against her folds, a shiver of pleasure races down her spine. Her head falls back against the chair with a moan, her body arching further into the touch as she allows herself to surrender completely to his control.

Her hips begin to move in time with his fingers, instinctively seeking more contact with his skin. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their shared pleasure. "More..."

Her body trembles with desire as his finger expertly finds its way deeper inside her wet folds, circling and teasing her swollen nub. The sensation is beyond anything she's experienced before; she feels exposed and yet completely wanted at the same time. With each passing moment, her pleasure intensifies, leaving her breathless and desperate for release.

"Please..." she gasps, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to his touch. "More..." Her voice is hoarse from the effort of trying to remain silent, but the words seem to fuel him, driving him deeper inside her with each thrust of his finger. She feels herself growing wetter and tighter around his digit, the pressure building relentlessly until she can no longer contain it.

With a cry that echoes through the chamber, Rebekah comes hard, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. For

Her mouth goes dry as he commands her to service his cock, but she obeys without hesitation. Gently pulling his finger free from her satiated core, she climbs over the desk and kneels before him, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of his trousers, sliding them down over his hips to reveal his impressive member already half-hard.

Her breath hitches as she takes in its size and girth; it's much larger than her husband's ever was. Tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around the warm shaft, feeling the velvety smooth skin beneath her touch. Her eyes close briefly at the sensation before she lowers her head, taking him into her mouth.

She starts slowly, learning the shape and texture of his cock as it slides past her lips and

The feel of his cock in her mouth sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She takes him deeper, sucking and licking with abandon as she tries to pleasure him as best she can. Her cheeks hollow out, her tongue tracing circles around the head while she pumps her hand up and down his length in time with her mouth.

The room seems to spin around her, the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the air as they become lost in the act. She can feel him growing harder in her mouth, stretching her lips farther apart until she fears she'll not be able to take any more. But with a soft moan, he thrusts forward, sending a surge of hot liquid down her throat as he comes hard in her mouth.

Her body shakes with the force of his release, and she can taste him on her lips for long moments afterwards before swallowing and