"Yes, in my office." she said, and that smirk only grew as she stuttered, though she hissed "Silence!  I won't have you gibbering... not<em>yet</em>, anyway."<br/><br/>She released her, moved, and sat on the front of her desk (luckily not on any of the food).  Quickly she undid her belt, unzipped her pants... then removed the holster on her hip and set it to the side.  Then her pants went down, to her knees, revealing the lower two-pack of six-pack abs (after having a child?  Impressive), toned, hard thighs and shapely legs, a white patch above her sex (the carpet did match the drapes), and her pretty little sex with a larger-than-average clit, which looked amazingly tight.  It would require a medical professional to be able to tell she'd carried and birthed a child, it would seem, and what woman over forty had such a toned form?<br/><br/>Of course, the view would be temporary as the woman reached out, took Trish by the hair, and tugged her forward, though the chair would need to be moved first before the 'fun' could continue.<br/><br/>"Move the chair; I want you to<em>lick me</em>, and suck my clit." she ordered, though the calmness of her tone was almost terrifying in how gentle it seemed "Show your new mistress how much you love eating pussy..."