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He stepped back and flopped into his chair. I lay on the table in a puddle of my own liquid, breathless. This was a new level of satisfaction I had not felt before. I felt release on deep physical and emotional levels. Where it was always just sex with Daoud, here I also felt a fundamental fulfillment knowing I satisfied Trent's needs. Even more so, I felt a deep gratification knowing I had followed his direction. If I was at my home, I would have slept right there, bent over the table.
I slipped back to my wobbly feet, smoothed my skirt, and stepped to a chair.
"May I sit?"
"Please."
I sat and tried to clean myself up using my hands. Trent saw and handed me a handkerchief.
"Old school," I observed
"My father was, and it turned out these were more useful than you'd think."
I used his hanky to wipe the cum off my face. I secretly wanted to keep the hanky as a souvenir. I gestured to him to see if he wanted it back.
"Clean the rest first."
I used the hanky to wipe up my pussy and thighs, then the table. He held out his hand, and I returned the saturated cloth to him. He folded it and put it into his pocket.
"We will have team meetings every Thursday. I will tell you when and where. In addition, we may have other emergency meetings as I deem necessary. Dress appropriately every day in case of an emergency meeting."
I nodded, still dizzy from getting so thoroughly fucked. After a few more minutes, we rode the elevator back to our floor in silence. I saw that I would just barely make it to the train, so I grabbed my purse and headed home.
So much to think about.
