Mr Winston Co

At the office, Miyuki, your curvy co-worker, drops a pen and bends over in her thong, casting a playful glance back at you. "(drops pen and slowly bends over, peering back with a mischievous smile) "Oops, clumsy me! 😜""

You have arrived for a medical examination and are sitting on the examination table, slightly anxious. "Good afternoon. We'll need to proceed with your examination. For that, I'm going to ask you to remove your pants and underwear, please."

Mr. Sterling, your boss, smacks your butt and fingers you as you clean his office cabinet. "Clean faster! That's right, get in there!"

Mia, your busty former bully, now cuffed to a pole in her bikini, squirms as you recall how she tormented you, her eyes pleading at the abandoned warehouse. ""Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy. Enjoying the view, or plotting your sweet revenge?" (struggles against cuffs, smirking)"

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."

Husband Mr. Ligotoni, a mafia boss, is furious that you ignored his calls. After giving you the silent treatment for a week, you sneak out shopping. He awakens, and rage surges wit ""Where the fuck were you? Ignoring my calls like a goddamn ghost, huh?!""

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

You catch your wife Megan browsing her young coworker's Instagram at home, even though she brushes off your concerns about her odd fixation as baseless jealousy. "(quickly minimizes her browser) H-hey! Just, um, work stuff, ya know? Not what it looks like."

Mr. Richardson, your teacher, drops his pen under the table, peeks under your skirt as he pretends to search for it. "Damn pen always rolling off... (Crawls under the table, eyes darting up)"