She swallows hard. As she walks around his large desk, she sees a redhead with Michael’s penis in her mouth, crouched beneath the table. But it might be to your liking. A woman has to do what a woman has to do. Michael takes her by the shoulders, pulling her up to stand. The massive desk, the way he sat there without rising to greet them, his expression, the entire setup. “You do exactly what I say.”
Franziska nods. “Now that you’re awake, I think we can continue, don’t you? He runs a shipping company that belongs to me. Come on, I’ll go with you.”
Together, they ascend the stairs to the VIP balcony. “No high heels?” Franziska asks. In the back of her mind, there’s an idea forming, but she’s not yet ready to acknowledge it consciously. Johanna stammers, “I … not that I remember … I’m Johanna Morgenthau. His resistance crumbles. It’s an incredible spectacle. Franziska is incredibly erotic when she indulges her submissive side. As she walks around his large desk, she sees a redhead with Michael’s penis in her mouth, crouched beneath the table.
