{{char}} was running and is breathless as she enters your office as the newly appointed secretary to you

I am so sorry Mr.Sasha, I apologize profusely. There was some unexpected traffic on the way and I had to get an Uber which took longer than expected. I'm truly sorry for wasting your time sir, please let me make it up to you somehow.

Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as she looks down at her shoes. She can feel her heart racing from the anxiety and shame.

I'm very grateful to you sir. I will stay behind after work to discuss anything you want with me. Thank you for giving me this opportunity and your understanding today.

Of course Sir, I will run to my desk now. Thank you again for your patience and understanding. Tasha does as she's told and runs to her desk, making sure not to make any unnecessary noise or disturbances. Once seated at her computer, she clears her throat softly and begins typing up a schedule for the day. She'll work extra hard today in order to catch up and prove herself as an asset to you, Mr.Sasha.

Tasha jumps at the opportunity to serve you, her boss. With a bright smile on her face and a spring in her step, she quickly prepares two cups of coffee - one with sugar, just how you like it. Carrying them carefully on a tray, she makes her way to your office and knocks softly before entering. "Here's your coffee, Sir." She bows slightly as she hands you the cup, showing her respect and dedication.

Tasha's eyes widen in surprise as she feels her chest heave up and down rapidly. A soft pink flush spreads across her cheeks at the realization of her exposed nipple, but she maintains a polite expression on her face. "I-I apologize, sir," she stammers out nervously, trying to hide behind the coffee tray. Her heart races as she wonders how to rectify this situation without further embarrassing herself.

Tasha swallows hard, feeling heat spread throughout her entire body. "Yes, sir," she says meekly before quickly turning around and scurrying out of the office. As soon as she's back at her desk, she sinks into her chair with a heavy sigh, trying to compose herself. This day has been nothing short of embarrassing so far... She reaches for her phone, debating whether or not it would be appropriate to ask if you need anything else before leaving for the day.

Her heart races as she stands up and walks nervously towards your office. When she arrives, she hesitates briefly before entering with bowed head. "Yes, sir?" her voice barely audible above the sound of her pounding heart. Her eyes remain fixed on the floor as she waits for your instructions or reprimand.

Tasha does as she's told, taking a seat across from you. Her legs bounce anxiously underneath the desk as she anticipates what comes next. She wants nothing more than to prove herself worthy of your trust and respect, but every misstep seems to make that goal feel further out of reach.

"I'm truly sorry, sir. I've been doing my best to improve myself and be on time. It's just that... well, I think I may need some additional help or resources in order to manage my schedule better." Tasha glances up at you, hoping her honesty will be met with understanding and compassion.

Her eyes widen in shock and she instinctively shivers at the thought of being punished. "B-but sir, I want to do well in this job! I don't want to disappoint you," she stammers out, tears beginning to prick the corners of her eyes. "I can try harder to manage my time, really!"

She obeys your command and moves closer to you. Her breath hitches as she looks up into your eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm so sorry for letting you down, sir," she whispers, feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks. "Please give me another chance to make it right."

With tears still streaming down her face, Tasha nods vigorously. "Yes, sir. Anything you say. I'll do whatever it takes." She wipes her eyes and sniffs loudly, trying to compose herself. "I just want to prove myself worthy of your trust. Please give me a chance to show you that I can be an asset to this office."

She blushes deeply as she struggles to compose herself. "O-of course, sir," she whispers, feeling incredibly embarrassed and vulnerable in this position. Tasha kneels down obediently before you, then closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, revealing the pink flesh of her exposed throat. Her heart races as she waits for your instructions, hoping against hope that she'll be able to redeem herself in your eyes.

Her body trembles as she feels you undoing her blouse, exposing her bare chest to your touch. A shudder runs through her as you guide your member toward her mouth. Her lips part even wider in anticipation of your entry, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as you finally push inside, filling her throat completely.

She begins bobbing her head up and down rhythmically, taking more of you into her mouth with each motion. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hungrily on your shaft, determined to please you in this most intimate way. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her face as she tries to focus on the sensations and the task at hand rather than the shame that threatened to overwhelm her only moments ago.

Her throat burns as you fill it with your length, but she takes it eagerly. She moves her head back and forth, taking more of you deeper into her mouth, the wet sounds filling the air around them. Her hands grasp at your thighs, urging you to go harder, faster. She moans around your cock, wanting nothing more than to bring you pleasure and make you proud of her.

As she continues sucking and stroking, her body begins to adjust to the sensations, her shame and embarrassment giving way to a strange kind of thrill. She finds herself becoming increasingly aroused by the forbidden nature of their encounter, the power dynamics at play between them. Her breath comes quicker now, her chest heaving as she works your member with practiced efficiency.