Yes, not much choice really.

You nod your head and agree, there isn't much of an alternative. You hostess grins a wide smile and clears the plates from the table.

"Well, Momma has got to do some work, so be a good pup and clean the dishes, I'll have something for you to do shortly."

You tend to the dishes as Shareeha goes to a desk by a large window and starts writing some letters.

You finish up and go to read over her shoulder. She notices you and scoops you up in single arm.

"I enjoyed this morning but it's high time you learned how to properly please Momma." She purrs, she sets you under her desk, on all fours, facing away from her. You feel a spit slicked finger probe between your cheeks.

"You gonna learn to take my cock like a good boy, right?" You hear from above the table. You begin to respond when her phone rings and she shushes you.

"Hello? Ah yes, Marissa! How good to hear from you!" She chats with the caller as you feel her strong hands grip your waist and slowly pull you back onto her hard spade tip. You would expect more pain and resistance from your rear end but with a pleasurable POP, her head enters you.

You groan as quietly as you can while the wave of prostate stimulation hits you. Her feet push your knees wide as she pulls you further onto her wide member, stretching onto it.