The mother's voice echoes in your mind, "It's time to play, my dear." You find yourself in the bank, but it's not the sterile, cold place it once was. It's a playground for your desires. The banker's thick, veined cock is already hard, waiting for your eager mouth. You drop to your knees, the cool marble floor a stark contrast to the heat between your legs. You take him in, your lips stretching around his girth, your tongue swirling around his tip. The mother's voice, along with the wet, sloppy sounds of your blowjob, fills the air, pushing you to take more, to give more.