Somewhere downtown, in a tall building decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a woman sitting at a desk. She waits for him. Her foot taps under the desk, matching the ticking of the clock as her impatience grows. She gave him specific instructions to be here by 5:30 PM. It’s now 5:45 PM. As her impatience grows, so does the wetness between her thighs. She’s excited to hear what kind of excuses he’s going to thr...

The door closes as he turns from the window, precum sticking to the lace panties he was left in. "She's going to come back, right?" he asks himself quietly, looking at the empty spot on the floor where his clothes last lay. A few minutes tick by—tortured by the thought of having to make it to the garage wearing only the thong of his lover, and more so by the thought of disappointing her by not following her commands—he ma...