Dean Smith in his full work-suit, tied up, gagged and blindfolded. Sam’s running his bared teeth- a snarl- sharp, threatening, but slow, up and down the side of his dick, out from his flies, and it’s driving him crazy, panting and squirming in his chair and whining around the gag.
Everyone’s gone home for the night, but the thought of being caught like this with an in-superior- well, let’s just say, Smith wouldn’t be getting that vice president position anytime soon.





















