Samantha watched with bated breath, looking on at the scene with mixed feelings of anger, jealousy and unwilling sexual excitement as she watched Jason handle this woman in a way that was both terrifying and amazing.
She couldn't help but feel a heat building up as she watched the happenings in that room. And yet she felt so empty… As if she was the one who was supposed to be in that room instead of that woman. She didn't know where this feeling was coming from, but it was clear that she felt some type of way about this... She was looking forward to finding out.
Inside the room, Jason's hands roamed the receptionist's body, tearing away her blouse and skirt with an urgency that she couldn't resist. Mia felt the warmth of his palms on her bare skin as he pulled away the fabric that separated them, exposing her to his hungry gaze.
"Daddy~~!" Mia said, now exposed to the open air, her nipples showing her arousal underneath the lace underwear she was wearing.