Talk:March Hare/@comment-24026095-20170409213350

You walk into your march hare boss's office since she called you up for discussing something.

&lsquo;Ma'am, I believe you called for me?&rsquo; you say nervously.

&lsquo;Yes, dear. You're not in any trouble, I assure you. You've been doing a great job and I've decided to promote you next month.&rsquo;

&lsquo;Oh! Thank you so much, ma'am.&rsquo;

&lsquo;I also wanted to talk to you about that file you needed to complete. Remember to put it in my box before you leave.&rsquo;

&lsquo;At once, ma'am.&rsquo;

&lsquo;Oh, no, dear, you've got the wrong box.&rsquo;

She slides out on her high-backed swivel chair from behind her table. You see her skirt is bunched up around her waist, her panties have been pulled down her thick, motherly thighs, and her hot, wet box is exposed to the world. Her fingers are deep inside her sloppy pussy, her juices flowing out over the chair's fabric and dripping down to the floor. She pulls out her slick fingers from her cunt with a wet shlop, holding them up for you to stare at. She splays her index and middle fingers apart, showing you her sticky, messy arousal flowing copiously all over them, dropping over her wrist and forearm.

What would you do?