Tuesday morning I woke up with the plug still buried deep in my ass and my pussy already aching for more. The weekend edging and yesterday’s constant use had left me in a constant low simmer of need. I could feel the dried cum on my inner thighs from Damien’s morning load the day before, and the plug shifted with every step as I got ready.

I arrived at 7:40 sharp, locked Damien’s door, and crawled under his desk without being told. He was already hard when I pulled him out. I took him straight to the back of my throat, relaxing my muscles the way he’d trained me, while I rocked my hips on the thick plug.