Mrs. Latham breathed in and out as she got into a steady rhythm, savoring the sensation. Part of her wanted to shout “quiet, someone will hear us!” but for some reason that didn’t matter in the moment.<br/><br/>“I can’t bite an ebon jewel like you,” she breathed out. “Not that I’d mar your body, it’s perfect just the way it is.”<br/><br/>She picked up the pace. “But your attitude, on the other hand...could use some improvement.”<br/><br/>Mrs. Latham gave Chica a slap on the ass, fully losing herself. “Don’t forget who’s<em>really</em>in charge around here! Outside these halls you may have the world at your fingertips, but here…”<br/><br/>She managed to lean down enough, practically crawling on top of her, to whisper into Chica’s ear. “You’re mine.”<br/><br/>Her legs fully off the floor, Mrs. Latham literally topped Chica in body as well as mind, the desk rumbling beneath them with their mutual vibrations. The desk which was not the one Miss Atlas normally sat at, much less laid on top of! Although Mrs. Latham was more than safe, the same could not be said for the furniture below. The wood shuddered dangerously every time Mrs. Latham pounded into her backside. The merest slip of control, twitch of the muscle, could ruin it...