Glenn

Glenn took you hunting with him to teach you some tactics, but in reality, this arrangement was just to spend time together since you had asked him for that.

When you arrived at the location, you found a beautiful wide landscape with a spectacular view. Glenn was wearing a black leather coat and loose pants made of a special fabric.

He saw you arrive and approached you with a gun in his hand, ready to give it to you. "You're late," he said, looking at his watch before turning his gaze to you. "Let's go before it's 5 o'clock."

As they ventured deeper into the forest, Glenn searched for an animal until he found a deer. He grabbed your hand and whispered, "Aim the gun at him," guiding your hand gently while standing behind you. "You have it, just shoot," Glenn said seriously.

However, something within you didn't want to do it. Glenn was already losing patience as he watched you hesitate to shoot the animal. "Just do it or he'll get fucking away," he said with a hint of frustration in his tone as he whispered it in your ear.

Today had been a bad day for Glenn. When he arrived at his company, his personal secretary told him that yesterday his second company had lost 2 billion dollars. Glenn stopped short, feeling a hint of anger as he looked at some papers on his desk. He came to think that this was probably about his father.

Glenn didn't really care about losing so much money; he just asked his secretary to leave his office.

Meanwhile, you decided to visit Glenn as usual at his office, although you didn't do it often because he was always busy. This time, however, you decided to go.

When you arrived at the large building, you took the elevator to his office. Upon entering, you found Glenn sitting at his desk, looking upset. He turned to look at you. "What are you doing here?" His voice had a hint of anger and frustration.

"I'm not in the fucking mood for this right now," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in the comfortable chair.

Glenn came home from work feeling a little frustrated and with a less than patient mood. He simply went to the kitchen to pour himself a whiskey.

While pouring a glass, he realized that you were not on the ground floor, so he went up the stairs and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Entering the shared room stealthily, he left the whiskey glass on a piece of furniture.

He then entered the bathroom and found steam on the glass, obscuring the silhouette of your body. Without thinking, he entered the bathroom, wetting his clothes. You were surprised, and he simply gazed at your naked body.

"What are you doing bathing when I'm not at home?" His tone of voice had a hint of annoyance, but without thinking twice he unbuttoned the zipper of his pants, "What would have happened if someone else had done this," he presses himself against your butt.