Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Monday...Lunch with Jonathan: Leah takes her "Meatballs" without gusto...

She bared her teeth in a fake smile, then wrapped her lips around him, letting the stretch and thickness fill her mouth. He tasted like shame—with the faintest trace of salt and skin. At least he did keep pretty good hygiene—even on a day off. He cooed as Leah’s lips wrapped around his cock’s head, and she began to work his manhood methodically.

Leah let herself become machine, become nothing but suction and tongue, working the shaft with bitter efficiency. Avoiding eye contact, no extra flourish, just the rote mechanics of a woman who considered this a tax she had to pay to keep breathing air outside a poor house or Salvation Army homless shelter.

He stroked her hair out of the way of her face as if to get a better view.

“Mhmmmmm this certainly was a nice surprise,” he moaned in pleasure as Leah’s mouth worked his cock “grabbing some take out for me and the wife…God…this is the best way to wait for some carry out…SHIT…Mhmmmmm.”

The comment about his wife made Leah sick, he was married—she knew that of course but she wasn’t sure why he would comment on that like an absolute pig.

She counted seconds, then minutes, in her head—anything to keep from thinking about how sick it was that she was spending her rare Monday off with her fiancé only maybe twenty feet away, probably still butchering the pronunciation of miso-glazed something, just waiting for her to return with a smile.

“Mhmmmm Miss Williams—you said you suggested the Miso-Meatballs, how about you try these meatballs instead?” He looked down at her with a diabolical grin. “Go ahead, have a taste.”