I hear the creak of the expensive leather of your chair everytime you shift to get a better look at me. The nervous way you clear your throat. The last appointment leaves, it's time. You buzz me in, and I walk past you, sweeping by and sitting in your chair. " close the door boy, and on your knees". You have been waiting all day. Waiting to crawl to me, lick my feet. Clean my beautiful heels. Goon over my magnificent tits. You're not in charge. I am. And it's time to pay me what I want. Which is everything.