CHAPTER NINE.

“What?” She bellowed, losing all cool and respect she had accorded the predicament.it didn't matter that her speech could cause her company and even the soft criminal-free life she had planned for.

“How could you…”

“Kneel,” Roseline commanded too, eyes blazing like a flaming furnace and fist clenched hard like a rock. “That's one of the prices you'll have to pay for disrespecting me”.

Sandra made to hesitate but Roseline would have it no more. She had taken far more than even Roseline could condone.

Of course after the recent shenanigans, she was well aware who the mad lady who had hit her was and her connection to her David.

The only issue that she had was that she wasn't given the time and space to show Sandra her own martial art.

Too bad she had to use another card to win the argument. She made a mental note to resort to violence next time as she prepared to launch her privileged girl attack.

“Security!!!” She screamed, punching a red camouflage button on her seat while breathing in and out rapidly. “We shall meet in court,” she spoke, shaky with fury and her nostrils enlarging and large as could be.

“I'll kneel,” Sandra hurriedly said with a mirror of Roseline's shaky voice, only that hers was now due to fear.

She did as commanded but that didn't stop the security guard from barging into the room, the same security who had tried to stop them from entering the room.

“I'm kneeling, please send him away,” Sandra bleached red at the sight of the guard watching her with a smirk and Dustan looking as wary as a goat.

Her heart thumped with fear just as it bled with embarrassment. An embarrassment that she could not even recall the last time she had felt it.

Her cheeks were vibrating greatly with every breath she took and every eye blink she made. It was only years of sophistication that stopped her hands from shaking wildly and giving her sorry situation away as a win for her enemies in the room.

David being an eyewitness to her humiliations was injury enough but having a mere guard look down on her as she knelt was like adding sprinkles of salt to the wound.

“Why? I think he specifically likes what he's seeing. Don't you, Andrew?” Roseline mocked pettily, eyeing David for a confirmation of the situation.

Indeed she knew that David would be in agreement with the humiliation so she went on with more statements for she, secondhand, had heard of the humiliation David had suffered from the very lips of Sandra's secretary who had only to do her duty to her to get paid her second income.

“I think your apology will hold more credence if you kneel upright and bow your head,” Roseline commanded sternly with a glow of happiness in her eyes and a chunk of the revenge fleeing away from her heavy chest.

“Andrew, watch her while she kneels, make sure she doesn't lean on her legs nor crouch,” she gave the humiliating command unapologetically as she moved to David to prepare another punishment for Sandra.

One that she now knew carried more pain signals and jealousy arousal than others.

“You punched me because I kissed your ex-husband?” She chuckled softly as she climbed his laps, facing his lips, her hands placed cleverly beneath his unbuttoned shirt.

“Let's see what you'll dare do now,” she burst out laughing, its sound ringing painfully in Sandra's ears and instinctively leading her fingers to her ears.

In order to reduce the weight of her poor punishment, she shut her eyes too, cursing inwardly as she tried not to watch the abominable hip grind on David's crotch nor imagine the size of his huge dick beneath her ass.

She beat herself up even more with the sad belief that she had, in fact, not gotten over him and indeed still yearned for his touch and nine inches dick inside of her despite the divorce her secretary had insisted she finalize.

She swallowed hard as Roseline began to moan loudly, her shrill voice echoing in the room and even in her own stomach, rumbling it into stubborn pains.

Roseline's moans were quickly succeeded by David's groaning and Dustan's uncomfortable voice clearing that grew even more with David's groan of pleasure as if he was part of the duo. Or was he?

Sandra could never know as her strong hold on her ears and imagination was slipping out of control.

She began to imagine painstakingly that they had already pulled off their cloth and were already making out shamelessly right with everyone in the room with David's lips parted slightly open as it normally was when she rode his dick.

With the mental picture of their activity, she began feeling very hot and was almost hyperventilating.

Everything seemed to be swirling around in circles that coupled with her obvious sweating and hyperventilation symptoms she began to retch painfully.

Her throat threatened to force out the tears her eyes had forcefully held in to avoid shame and embarrassment.

It only came to a stop when she felt a tap on her shoulder, a tap that jiggled her brain and stopped her almost epileptic movement.

“Are you dying already?” Roseline's mocking face was the first thing that greeted her when she opened her eyes. She quickly blinked back the tears that had gathered cowardly in her eyes but two drops managed to slide down mockingly

Everywhere erupted in laughter and her cheeks reddened the more.

“What…” she tried to speak but didn't have the voice to.

“Should we pardon her and release her from the punishment?” Roseline asked David as she struggled with laughter.

But David was just recovering from heavenly horniness and so he had to wait for his brain to get calm and also for Roseline's laughter to die down before he said, “No, I'll love to watch her kneel with her hands in the air, for one more hour”.