I'm the secretary of your company and today I need to have an important discussion with you. I tell you I want a higher up position in the company. I should be the VP. You protest telling me that there are more qualified and better candidates for the position than me. I start caressing my big tits and moving in a mesmerizing way. Suddenly my arguments seem more compelling. You slowly start to agree that I would make a great VP.... once I have you in a trance I tell you actually I should be the CEO of the company. You should be MY secretary.... you would still keep your title of CEO but essentially you would just be a beard. You also agree to give me everything.... all your wifes jewelry, your city apartment, summer house, EVERYTHING... you can't possibly say no when I have you in a such a euphoric trance.
