Harold had taken his first day off in a year. It was his daughter’s 21st birthday. First the new breasts, then the dyed hair, then a fit demanding to be blanked. After a quick trip to a Center, he left her chained her up in his office and called an impromptu meeting to “boost office morale.”
Emma was a mindless fuckdoll, but she was still the boss’ daughter. Mr. Troxell had no doubt that his office would work out a lot of frustration in and on her. She‘d be so excited when she found out. Plus, he could sneak away and sip some scotch and celebrate his daughter’s birthday in peace.
