The managing partner stood in the doorway smiling at her. "It looked like a pretty intense orgasm." He crossed to where Cassandra's head had rolled and picked it up. "I have a severed head fetish, so no judgement here. She is still so beautiful. Sometimes I just take her out of the drawer and stare at her pretty face. I don't think I'm going to keep the two of you hidden in a drawer. I'll have you both displayed on my wall, so that I can admire you all the time. I have no doubt, you will make just as lovely a trophy as your mother." He licked some of Carrie's pussy juice from her mom's face. "Exquisite. I can't wait to see if your meat is as delectable." He stepped up to Carrie, placed the severed head of her mother on the desk and ran his hand over her bare skin. He squeezed a handful of her ample beasts. "I'm certain you will be delicious."

Carrie couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his trousers. She began to rub it. She began to undo his belt, but he stopped her.

"No, I gave my word. Not as long as you have a head."

"Please, it's ok. Mom can watch, but she can never know." Carrie looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please I've eaten your cum so many times. Let me earn just one load for my self."

"Oh, you will and with luck you'll get the chance to taste it before you're gone. But I am a man of my word."

"Very well." Carrie reached into the bottom drawer again and pulled out the other item always kept there - the knife used to cut her mother's head off. She handed him the knife, then spun around in the chair to face away from him. She reached back and held her ponytail up to him. "Pull my hair while you behead me. It'll help expose my throat for your blade. Plus I don't want my head to fall." She closed her eyes once again and slipped a couple of fingers inside the her slit. "I hope I give you good head, sir."

"Oh Carrie. You will give me great head… but who told you I was going to cut off your head before you roast?"

'Oh fuck me!'