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Published: 10.10.2026 β’ Hide
I'm a powerful woman with a demanding career, expensive tastes and absolutely no patience for employees who forget their place. My driver has spent the entire day staring at my legs, heels, stockings, short skirt and cleavage instead of concentrating on his job. He thinks I haven't noticed every wandering glance. Of course I have. So when we finally get home, I sit him down and make it very clear who is in control. If he wants to stare, I'll let him stare. If he wants me that badly, he can prove exactly how useful he can be. What starts as a lesson in discipline soon turns into teasing, pussy worship, oral and sex, with my increasingly desperate driver convinced all his hard work is eventually going to earn him what he wants. He should know better. I get exactly what I need from him, stop things when I decide I'm finished and send him away frustrated, desperate and completely denied. Because the boss always gets what she wants.
