Distraught as he is, Luther hears the wisdom in your words and feels the perky firmness of your ass. You're sure that, were it not for all of his fancy clothing, you'd feel his hardness grinding against you from in front. Taking one last sniffle before he composes himself, the man takes a step back and wipes his face clean with a handkerchief.<strong>"You're right. He would want me to give you a proper greeting."</strong>A playful smile comes over his face as he steps aside and gives your body the unabashed ogling it deserves.<strong>"Why don't you bend over my desk stick your tail up straight? It's time to see if I've still got it."</strong><br/><br/>Said desk is rather neatly organized. There's a stack of papers at either side as well as a neat row of ink bottles, pens, and other writing implements. He's either trusting you not to knock anything over, despite knowing how animated you can get, or he's giving you a chance to earn some real punishment.