The senior partner lets out a cold, jagged laugh as he signals the others to hoist you up. Together, they heave your trembling body onto the cold, hard surface of the mahogany desk, scattering files and expensive stationery as you are slammed back against the polished wood. With a brutal coordination, they seize your legs, wrenching them wide open and pinning your ankles against the edges of the desk, leaving you completely splayed and defenseless. "Oh, sorry, Arthur," the bloated executive sneers, leaning over your father, who is still shivering on the floor, "we didn't realize your vantage point was so limited. Now, look closely." He gestures toward the center of your spread legs, where the revealing white dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving your puffy, wet pussy fully exposed to the room's harsh lighting and your father's devastated gaze. "Look how she's leaking for us," he purrs, his voice dripping with sadistic pride. To punctuate the statement, he brings his heavy palm down in a sharp, mocking slap against your sensitive folds. The sudden impact sends a violent jolt through your nerves, causing your heart-shaped ass to buck off the desk and a loud, involuntary moan of shock to rip from your throat, echoing through the silent office.