Stuffed by the Shrink

Every day is a fantasy come to life. Rick kept taking me the whole weekend and Mike came home to find me a babbling mess, covered in white streaks, and desperately gasping out Rick's name. The sight of it turned him on so much he couldn’t take it.
On Monday, Rick called me into his office and bent me over his desk, and I was so loud the whole office probably heard us.
Tuesday, he pulled me into the copy room and bent me over again, stuffing my mouth.
Wednesday, he took me to the conference room and took me on the table while Mike listened on a conference call.
Thursday, he took me on Mike's side of the bed and let Mike watch from the corner. Mike came untouched.
Friday, Rick took me on Mike's side again, but this time Evan was there too.
Saturday and Sunday were a blur of pleasure and now it's Monday again and I'm about a minute away from sticking my fingers down my skirt.
I'm supposed to be doing my job. I'm Rick's under Rick’s spell, but I still have work to do. I'm sitting at my desk, pretending to answer emails, but I can barely focus.