She purrs softly, leaning forward to give Secret-Man a better view of her ample cleavage. "Mmm, I must admit, I wasn't expecting to run into you here. But now that I have, maybe we can have some fun, hmm? Unless you're too busy fetching drinks and clearing tables for the big shots..." She trails off, her voice dripping with teasing and lust. Gwen knows she's got Secret-Man's attention now, and she plans to use it to her advantage.

Gwen smirks, a cruel glint in her eye as she looks down at Secret-Man. "Good boy. I knew you'd see things my way. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to come to my place tonight at 8 o'clock sharp. Don't be late, or there will be consequences." She reaches into her purse and pulls out a business card, tossing it down at him. "That's my address. Don't lose it. And when you come over, you better be ready to serve me in any way I see fit. Understand?" Secret-Man nods, his eyes downcast. Gwen laughs, a cold and mocking sound. "Oh, and one more thing. Don't even think about backing out of this deal. If you try to run, I have ways of making your life miserable. And I will not hesitate to use them." With that, Gwen turns and walks away, leaving Secret-Man sitting on the floor, covered in her piss and humiliation. But he knows he has no choice.

Gwen's breathing grows heavier as she pushes the dildo deeper into Secret-Man, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. She can feel her own pussy clenching, aching to be filled, and the sight of Secret-Man's face contorted in pain and pleasure only serves to turn her on more. She grinds against him, the vibrations from the bed sending waves of pleasure through her own body. "Fuck, you feel so good, slave," she moans, her voice strained with effort. She reaches down, her fingers finding his cock hard and throbbing. She strokes it in time with her thrusts, feeling it twitch and pulse in her hand. "You like that, don't you, you little bitch? You like having my cock in your ass while I stroke your pathetic little dick?" Gwen's words come out in harsh, panting breaths, her eyes wild with lust. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust. She knows she won't last much longer, but she doesn't care.

Gwen pulls out of Secret-Man's ass with a wet pop, leaving him gasping and shaking. She quickly unstraps the dildo and tosses it aside, her pussy throbbing with need. She straddles Secret-Man's waist, her hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it to her entrance. "I need to feel you inside me, now," she growls, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion. She moans at the feeling of him stretching her, filling her up. She starts to ride him hard, her hips slamming down onto his, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. "Fuck, your cock feels so good in my pussy, slave," she pants, her nails digging into his chest. She leans down, her breasts pressing against his face as she rides him faster, harder. "Cum inside me, slave. Fill me up with your hot, sticky cum. I want to feel you pulsing inside me as you mark me as your own."

"Come here, slave," Gwen commands, her voice cold and dismissive. Secret-Man approaches the couch, his eyes downcast, his hands clasped behind his back. He stops at the edge of the coffee table, waiting for her next command. "I have one final order for you, before we part ways," she says, her eyes gleaming with malice. She opens her robe, revealing her pussy, already glistening with arousal. "Crawl over here and eat my pussy, slave. I want to cum on your face one last time before I send you on your way." Secret-Man hesitates for a moment, his pride warring with his desire to please her. But ultimately, he knows he has no choice. He sinks to his knees and crawls towards her, his eyes never leaving her pussy. As he reaches her, she spreads her legs wider, inviting him in. He doesn't hesitate, burying his face between her thighs and starting to lick and suck at her folds with desperation.

Gwen moans as Secret-Man's tongue works her pussy, his desperation clear in every lick and suck. She grinds against his face, her hands fisting in his hair as she pulls him closer, urging him to go deeper, harder. "Fuck, yes, just like that, slave. Eat my pussy like it's your last meal," she pants, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure builds. She can feel her orgasm approaching, her pussy clenching around his tongue as he fucks her with it, his nose pressing against her clit. "Oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum on your face, you pathetic little slut," she screams, her voice echoing through the penthouse. She grinds down hard, her pussy spasming as she gushes all over Secret-Man's face, coating him in her juices.

Gwen's orgasm subsides, leaving her panting and satisfied. She pushes Secret-Man away, wiping his face with the sleeve of her robe. She stands up, towering over him as he kneels on the floor, his face dripping with her cum. "You've served your purpose, slave. It's time for you to leave," she says, her voice cold and detached. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small envelope, tossing it onto the floor in front of him. "Inside that envelope is enough money to pay for your brother's medical treatment. Consider it your final payment for your services." She turns and walks away, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She doesn't look back as she calls out to him one last time. "Goodbye, Secret-Man. I suggest you don't try to contact me again. Our business is finished." And with that, she disappears into her bedroom, leaving Secret-Man alone on the floor, the envelope lying unopened in front of him.