No

"Zara, stop making excuses and just go clean up the backroom," you hear the owner of the cock in your mouth command.

"Yes Grandpa."

The footsteps stop, turning around, and you sigh in momentary relief.

That relief only lasts as long as it takes for you to hear the sound of the backroom closing. In an instant, he has pulled his pants completely down, revealing his lower body to you.

Still not having released your hair or head, he forces his entire length down your throat. Suddenly your nostrils are invaded with the smell of sweat, old piss, and plenty of his wiry pubic hair.

You begin to **** as he keeps your head planted tight around his dick, blocking your airway.

"aauuuggg auggg awwfg," you gag, your hands grabbing his legs to try to push your body away, to no avail.

Your vision beginning to fade, you attempt to close your jaw to get him to stop. He rips you off his cock immediately, leaving a trail of saliva and tears behind.

"If you bite, I will crack your skull whore and say you tried to rob me," he threatens calmly.

"Hundreds of people come into my store every year and steal from me and my family. I am helping put my grand children through college. So when a whore like you steals from me, you steal from my family. So I'm going to treat you like a whore. I am going to be rough, so you learn your lesson. Do you understand?"