Kathleen Robertson, the dominant businesswoman, has her underling quivering in his seat. "You're not impressing me, Peter," she purrs, her voice a sultry growl. She stands, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and walks around him, her fingers trailing along his shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. "You need to be more confident," she whispers in his ear, her breath hot. She unbuttons her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra, and orders, "Touch me, Peter. Make me feel like you mean it." He hesitates, then tentatively reaches out, his hands trembling as he touches her soft skin, her firm breasts. She guides his hands, teaching him, her body responding to his touch.