The weekend days passed like the wind; Lupita never revealed to Andrew how much she knew of his true feelings. To be honest, she still wasn't quite sure how to process the information still. He's treated her and everyone poorly for so long, so why give him affection in return? Yet, being like that might have made Andrew become the social monster that he once was in the first place. Thinking about it made the latina sweat profusely, even her heart skipped a beat. She still tried to chalk it up to just sexual frustration, instead of genuine concern for her ex-boss.
Was that really the case? Arguably not. She wasn't any less dominant over her captive lover; she plowed him anytime, anywhere now that he was tied to her. Each climax, she happily took in his released fluids, almost greedily. But, she understood other physiological needs would have to be met. Lupita and Andrew could eat and bathe like this, but using the restroom was impossible. Anytime he asked, Lupita made sure to release Andrew to do his business. That wouldn't be the only maintenance he'd need fulfilled, however.
Being tied up all the time would eventually make his limbs atrophy, bringing up all sorts of health issues that could've been prevented. To preemptively counter this, Lupita devised an exercise regimen for Andrew. He was much more docile nowadays, so he had no issue following her orders. She had him working on Monday morning, before his shift at the office. "Good work, honey." Lupita cheered, realizing the name she had used for someone who's just supposed to be an object to vent all her frustration and domineering kinks on. Her face flush with red, she tried to explain this away. "F-forget I said that; get ready for work!"
It was moreso Lupita who had to get dressed, since Andrew would be hidden, bound to her body. Taking control of his workplace meant looking the part; this was accomplished with a quick shopping trip. Deciding on a sexy light grey pantsuit, Lupita held the appearance of a respectable businesswoman; albeit, her pantsuit pressed so tightly against her voluptuous curves that it threatened to rip at any time. Especially with Andrew inside, this was intentional to embarrass him slightly. Completing the ensemble with fake glasses and a pair of flip flops on her cute feet, this latina was ready for her first day.
Walking into Andrew's place of employment, she immediately grabbed attention by the sound of her sandals with every step. "Your coworkers are watching us, Andy." she cooed to her boytoy, nestled just beneath the tight blouse and between her sweaty breasts. Continuing, she ordered, "Now, better get to work; it's what you went to college for." Nodding, Andrew set forth clutching Lupita tightly and plunging his rod into her moist snatch again. She chuckled, "That's not the work they want from you here, honey." Curling her toes from the pleasure in public.
"I don't care; it's the one you want!" He replied, eliciting a look of shock from Lupita. The front of her pantsuit (which made it very obvious Andrew was in there) was moving, and she wrapped her arms around it in turn. She would order him not to say things such as that, but could not find it in her heart to utter it. If anything, her heart wanted that truth spoken from Andrew.
