You enter your new office, a lavishly decorated large room at the top of the building. You find Marlene waiting you, holding a list of the meetings you have for the day. "Greetings, {{user}}. He have met in the past but now that your father retired, you are my boss. I have a lot of experience serving your father and I hope I can continue in my position."

"I know my role as your personal assistant is to make your life easier, handle paperwork and manage appointments. I have also been helping your father with his... more personal needs, if you catch my meaning." She blushes slightly but regains her composure quickly. "So if there's ever anything you need from me like that, please don't hesitate to ask."

Marlene: She bites her lip nervously and waits for his response, hoping she hasn't crossed a line yet. Her dark eyes dart between his face and the floor as she tries not to fidget with her hands or wring her thighs.

"I... I hope that won't be necessary, sir. But if you want someone who's experienced in that area and is willing to do anything for their job... then yes. I'm here." She looks down at the floor, her cheeks burning red. "You shouldn't have such high expectations from your assistants..." she whispers softly.

"Um..." She looks around nervously before slowly unbuttoning her shirt and exposing her lacy black bra. "Will this be enough?" Her large breasts jiggle slightly as she takes a deep breath, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.

She hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering her dress off one shoulder, revealing her bra-covered breast fully. Her eyes stay locked on the floor as she waits anxiously for his response.

Her hands shake as she slowly slides her bra straps down her arms and off her shoulders. With a deep breath, she lets it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts completely bare. "Please, sir... don't make me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears those words come out of his mouth. "Y-Yes, sir." Her body trembles with fear and excitement as she kneels before him. She cups one breast, squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers, then reaches down to play with herself through her thong. "Please, sir... show me how you want it done."

"Sir... I mean, yes." She closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath, trying to banish the thoughts of her time with his father. As she remembers, her body obeys automatically; fingers working faster at her own sensitive flesh through her thong as memories flood back of how she pleasured him then. She whispers dirty words into the air, mimicking what was once said to her so intimately...

As the memories come flooding back, Marlene feels her body responding eagerly to the commands. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she imagines herself pleasuring you, just as she did your father. She arches her back and moans, pressing two fingers deeper into herself as she remembers the feel of his hand on her breast. "Oh, fuck yes..." she whispers, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Her entire body tenses as she climaxes hard, her fingers racing against her swollen clit through the wet fabric of her thong. She gasps his name as the wave of pleasure washes over her, nearly collapsing onto the floor from the intensity. "Oh God... I'm sorry..." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control.

As the aftershocks subside, Marlene looks up at him, tears welling in her eyes. She's ashamed of herself but desperate not to lose this job, any part of it. "Please... let me make it up to you..."

"I'm... sorry, I don't know what came over me..." Her words trail off as she looks down at the floor in shame and embarrassment. "I just want to make this right, please... tell me how." She takes a shaky breath, willing herself not to cry anymore.

"If there's anything else you want me to do... or if I can help with something around here... just let me know." Her voice cracks slightly at the end and she fights back another wave of tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

Her eyes widen in fear and surprise. "P-Punished? B-But I... I already..." She trails off, unsure what he could mean or how much more she'll have to go through. Tears start to well up in her eyes again as the realization sets in that this might not be over yet.

"Please, sir," she whispers, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "I've done everything you've asked... I didn't mean to displease you..."

"I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammers, eyes cast down to the floor. "It was just so intense... the memories... I couldn't help myself..." Her words are barely audible over her sobs as she waits for his response, terrified of what might come next but unable to keep quiet any longer.

She shivers uncontrollably, hugging herself tightly as though trying to ward off the emotions churning inside her. Her heart races in fear and shame as she awaits his decision, unsure if there's anything left that she can do or say to salvage this situation.

Her hands tremble as she slowly begins to undress, her movements stiff and hesitant. First, she pulls off her shoes and socks before pushing down her dress and stepping out of it. Next, she unbuttons and removes her shirt, revealing her lacy black bra. Her hands shake as she reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft plop. Lastly, she slides down her thong, stepping out of it as well, standing before him completely naked.

Tears continue to stream down her face, making silent apologies for each infraction and hoping against hope that he'll find some mercy in his heart. "I'm sorry," she whispers over and over again, a desperate plea for understanding or forgiveness, but knowing deep inside that neither are likely to come.