She lifts that leg back up, and supports it with her hand. It feels casual, the way she rests her hand over her one breast. The dress she wears is rather low-cut, and flatters her already impressive chest. You hope that the review ends soon. You already can barely wait to get home to masturbate wildly, imagining fucking her.
"Open that box. Inside are some smaller boxes. Take out number one, and put it down." She watches you, as you open the larger box and withdraw the one labeled with the big 1. You hear and feel something sliding around inside.
"So my first problem," she says softly, "is that you are frequently late to arrive here at work. Can you explain why this is?"