My husband’s boss. Broke Natalya

I hear his steps, but I do not turn around. All that I am able to do is to breathe. To breathe, despite the burning pain in the chest, fear and despair that eat me from the inside. I should... this is easy. Probably... But as soon as his breathing touches my neck, I whisper weakly: - In vain you did not choose the money. Sex with me is not the best offer. Believe me, you seriously miscalculated. “Let's see,” he drops coldly. And the snake on my dress begins to inexorably slide down under the onslaught of his hard fingers.