Owner's Wife

"Raji," you hear a soft female voice, from where the back room was.

"Yes my sweet," you can hear the man who had just **** you into sex, respond confidently, despite your naked frame still hidden barely behind the counter and his chair.

"I'm sorry I'm late with lunch."

You try to listen to the conversation and stay quiet, so as not to let the wife know you are there. However, the owner has other plans for you.

You watch as one his hands reaches under the counter before grabbing you roughly by your blond hair. You barely avoid yelping in pain, as he roughly forces your head into his crotch.

You get the idea and your tiny hands deftly open his zipper, releasing his brown cock. His hand wraps tightly around your hair until he has his hand resting on the back of your head.

You quietly lick the bottom of the shaft, not wanting to make too much noise.

"Yes I'll be the-eeere in a minute," the elderly owner of the cock you were about to have in your throat said.

"My love are you okay?"

"Yes, yes. I'm just trying to remember what other stuff I need done," he responded back confidently, before grabbing you harder and passing his brown cock through your parted lip, before it poked out the side of your cheek.

"Oh okay. Did you ever give Zara's Sari to the washer?"

"I don't knoooow," he said, almost moaning as you silently licked the tip up and down in your hot little mouth.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

You hear her say, followed by what sounded like footsteps.