#63994 - As the cum dribbled over her face and down over her lips, Sarah instinctively licked at it, the warm manly taste filling her mouth. She was high enough within the company to have met the CEO a few times socially already; they’d flirted a little at a few company gatherings in the past, when the champagne cocktails had been flowing. Sarah had never seen one for real, except on the shelf of that upmarket sex-shop she’d visited once in London, near Covent Garden – and she’d seen pictures of them on the web-site that she’d used to order herself the Rampant Rabbit that gave her so much pleasure during lonely nights, so the sight of the man suspended from the frame, unable to move, and unable even to speak came as somewhat of a shock to her sensibilities.