I am your desk slave. I stay under your desk until you are ready to use my throat to forget about your work.
I am on my knees, stowed away and salivating, waiting to accept my order. My greatest joy, I finally feel it. Your hand slips around my throat and pulls me closer towards your lap. This is my favorite moment. I feel fulfilled to serve my purpose in your life. I am wanted, never needed. You pull me halfway to your lap and I come towards you completely. I do as you wish silently, never needing more direction. I feel a bulge through your slacks and I try carefully to keep my hands from trembling as I undo your leather belt. I slip the button out of the loop as your cock throbs and attempts to escape from your slacks. I draw the zipper down slowly, wanting to bathe in the anticipation. Your boxers are so soft, Sir. If only you never had to work again and I could lay my head in your lap forever.