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office."
    "No!"
Tess squealed, fighting the ropes tied around her wrists. He had pictures of
that. Oh my god no, no, no! She'd die of embarrassment if anyone in her
office saw those. "Yes! Yes, look at my breasts but give me those
pictures! You cannot show those pictures to anyone."
    "It's
a deal then," he proclaimed, and she felt the length of his strong body
pressing into her body from behind. Then his warm hands cupped her breasts over
her silk blouse. It felt as if her breasts just leaped into his hands. She
could feel his hard erection pressing into her bottom. Mr. Blackmailer had a
big hard on!
    "God."
Mr. Blackmailer nearly groaned. "Perfect," he uttered.
    Tess
felt an extraordinary feeling washing over her. It was pride mixed with hot
arousal and tinged with fear. It was a very heady combination and she barely
caught back a moan. It was dawning on her that Mr. Blackmailer intended much
more than Mr. Carlson had ever done. Then all intelligent thought left her as
he squeezed her breasts and her nipples hardened, while he pressed the
impression of his rigid cock into her behind.
    "I
knew you'd be hot ... but not this hot," he muttered against her ear. Then
she felt his fingers working at the buttons on her blouse.
    Her
wrists twisted against the ropes with the need to cover herself. She'd just
remembered ... "My bra," she squeaked.
    "Is
barely there, you naughty little slut."
    The more
she twisted and wiggled on her heels the more she undulated her bottom against
Mr. Blackmailer's stiff erection.
    "It's
only covering your nipples," he uttered. "I've got to see this."
    Embarrassment
flushed her cheeks to hotness as she felt him moving from behind her and cool
air began to stream over her chest. She could feel his fingers tugging the tail
of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. Then a clacking sounded on the
floor as though something had dropped onto it.
    "What's
this? Ah ... Miss Brown, you've been very bad bringing this Blackberry hidden
like that." Blackberry. Oh no it fell out! "I think I am going
to have to teach you not to do that again."
    "I
won't, I swear," she found herself pleading to his non-committal chuckle.
    "Damn,
I nearly hate to take this thing you call a bra off, Miss Brown."
    "Well
you shouldn't," she said, feeling her nipple tips grow tight. He must be
looking right at her. Suddenly a click sounded. "What is that?"
    "Pictures,
Miss Brown."
    "You
are taking pictures of me like this?" she exclaimed, so upset she
tottered on her heels and fell off them. It left her hanging more on her wrists,
until she got back on her tippy toes. And all the while she heard the clicking
of a camera.

Chapter
Five
    M ike
Sharp was having a hard time containing his cock, while looking at Tess Brown
tied up with her hands over her head and her white silk blouse pulled open. The
thing she called a bra was like two pink postage stamps trying to cover her big
nipples. Big and hard nipples. He'd seen more explicit pictures of her. The
incriminating ones captured by hidden security cameras he'd placed all over
Benchcroft Media.
    Being head
of security had its perks. But never like this before. He had pictures of her
wet pussyopen and pointed right at one of the clandestine cameras as she rubbed
her pussy off. The CEO, Mr. Carlson, knew nothing about the "extra"
cameras. It was all the boards doing. They wanted godlike oversight. Because of
it he'd fallen into this wet dream. Something that no one knew about but
him.
    And
boy-o-boy was Tess Brown better in person half-dressed than any photo of her
raunchy naked. Her tits were natural and overflowing C cups. The cleavage was
saluting his cock. Her waist was trim and her ass, well it was plump and
spank-able all tied up in a long tight skirt. A skirt he had every intention of
raising so he could see the goods.
    Right at
the moment she was shaking her fuck-me body with jiggles and undulations as she
tugged on her bound wrists, while her chocolate-brown hair swirled down