My Boss. Part 9

He wrapped a strap around my belly, pulling it tightly so the leather was digging into my back through my new dress. Another set of straps were wrapped around my wrists and pressed to the legs of the ottoman to keep me from moving. My curiosity had my head turning around and around as the figures gathered about me in hot anticipation of this arousing display.

The new girl, they whispered to each other, is about to get a sweet treat. We are envious of her position. Look how delicious that ass looks beneath the fabric. Can we have a go?

Hands reached out in admiration of my exposed rump as the hem of my dress was pulled up and tossed lazily over my shoulder, blocking some of my vision on my left side. An attendee approached me and placed a piece of rubber in my mouth, wrapping it around my head and latching it.

It tasted strange and kept my jaw fixed open, feeling like one of those rubbers balls I used to use to play Jacks. My tongue lapped around the inside of it a