A Small Confession

That evening while Al was cooking, Sarah had a glass of wine. "I think I heard you this morning," she said with a smile. "And I'm pretty sure I figured out which person you are."

She was expecting a smile, or maybe a playful rejoinder about how she had better know, but instead he didn't say anything. He just flipped the burgers over in the pan.

"Who were you arguing with, by the way?" she asked. "What was that about?"

He turned toward her. "I'm sorry," he said. "I feel terrible."

"Oh, why honey? It's ok..."

"My boss found out where I'm going before work, and he insisted on coming," confessed Al.

"What? George? That asshole?" she replied.

"Yeah," said Al glumly. "He went in before me. I'm sorry about that. I couldn't stop him."

"It'll be ok," said Sarah. "It was probably just a one-off." Though while she said it, she remembered the size and feeling of George's huge cock...

Tuesday's lunch rush was busy, and Sarah spent nearly the entire time with a cock in her mouth. She counted eleven blowjobs, which seemed like a lot to her, though to be fair a couple of them had been premature ejaculations that she'd rushed to try to get into her mouth.

Toni supervised again, but this time she seemed to loosen up a little. She took her shoes off and relaxed. Sometimes she murmured encouragement to Sarah. "You're doing great," she'd say. "Get ready to swallow that cock." Sarah didn't mind and had even started thinking of Toni as a glory hole mentor.