Sundeep Kapoor

"Carrie, if these errors keep happening, I don't know what we're going to do. You used to be such a good employee, so whatever issues are keeping you from performing at your best, please stop them," Sundeep Kapoor told Carrie. He went by Sunny to most people. Carrie looked tearful and regretful.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kapoor, I've just had some personal problems the past few months. It's tough being single. I'll get it together, I promise." Her Indian boss's prominent eyebrows raised a little. This hot American bitch? Single?

"Please, call me Sunny. Okay, Carrie, back to work." He got up, walking quickly to the bathroom. He sat down in the roomiest stall, pulling out his uncut cock, already half hard. It was eight inches and a couple of shades darker than the rest of him, almost black.

"Fucking lazy bitch, she should be in someone's kitchen ... or bedroom," he muttered to himself, stroking his cock. "Yeah, my bedroom. Fucking bitch would do well there." He heard a bump in the stall next to him, and he looked up to see ... Carrie.

"Hey Sunny. Looks like you need some help in here!" she said enthusiastically.