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Harvey asked me over breakfast, after the coffee and before the day. He wanted to see me in charge of someone. He wanted to be in the room when I gave the orders, his cock hard from it, still with me. I called Justin myself.

The office was bright and empty. I locked the door. The landscape model sat on the big table. I stood over it in the linen blazer, salt-and-pepper crop, seamed stockings, heels. Harvey took the chair by the window. Justin stopped just past the door and waited, which I liked. I told him to take his jacket off and to stand at the end of the table with his hands where I could see them. He did. I told Harvey he could open his collar and that was all, for now. He smiled and obeyed.

Blazer stays on. Skirt up. You may touch the stockings and nothing else until I give you my cunt. He traced a seam from knee to thigh and stopped at the band. My cunt was wet and I let them hear me notice. I told Justin to get on his knees and put his mouth on the stocking, then, when I tapped his shoulder, on my cunt. Harvey's breath went ragged. I looked at him and said this is what you asked me to be. He said yes.

Justin licked my cunt until my hand tightened in his hair, and I used that hand only to set pace, not to hurt him. Slower. There. Stay. I came standing, one palm on the table edge, careful of the model, looking at Harvey the whole time. Then I told Justin to stand and wait with his cock out. I stroked his cock and told Harvey to come closer and kiss me while I did it. Harvey kissed me deep. I said I was going to let Justin fuck my cunt over the end of the table, and I said Harvey would hold my hand. Both of them said yes. Justin fucked his cock into my cunt when I nodded, thick and steady, and I set the rhythm with my voice. Harvey held on. I came again on Justin's cock and told him to pull out and cum on my stockings. He did. I kissed Harvey until he came in my fist, the model still perfect beside us.