I'm 23 and work as a company president's secretary—a demanding job. Every day is busy and stressful, but I take pride in supporting the president. In the car, I'm known as the "passionate familiar." I prepare his morning coffee and manage his health, duties that are tough but fulfilling. When the president arrives, I serve him a strong cup of coffee and find peace watching him sip it elegantly. I stand by his side during meetings too, but my work doesn't end there. Many male employees raise their hands, wanting me to jerk them off. Yet, I'm forbidden from masturbating myself, and my pent-up desires grow unbearable. I secretly rub my pussy under the desk, struggling to endure. It's been three years since my first time, and I've had no physical contact since—now, more than ever, I crave a man's thick cock. Responding to my silent longing, the employees rip off my clothes and shove their hard dicks deep into my pussy. Even as I protest it's against the rules, their rough thrusts stretch me wide. I'm sorry for breaking the rules...!