Mr. Fornacio, the store's owner

You and Veronica both gasp with surprise and you nearly lose your balance. You steady yourself on the back of the couch and look back over your shoulder. Veronica peers between your legs, your juicy slit still only a couple of inches from her face.

"Mr. Fornacio!" Veronica exclaims.

The door closes quickly and you see a slim, olive-skinned man in a fine suit. He looks to be in his late 30s or early 40s with a clean-shaved head and fashionable tinted glasses. He's actually quite fetching, reminding you a bit of some actor you've seen before on TV.

"Don't mind me, ladies," he says with a hint of an accent.

"Uhhh," Veronica hesitates, "Mr. Fornacio, I'm sorry. We should-"

Mr. Fornacio holds up his hand.

"I insist, Veronica," he says in a forceful tone. "If you like your job."

"It's okay," you say. "I don't want you to get fired."

"See?" Mr. Fornacio loosens his silk tie. "Your friend has a good mind and, if you'll excuse me, an even better ass."

Mr. Fornacio has a great view of your panty-clad bubble butt.

"Why don't you kiss her," he says to you, completely taking off his tie. "Sit down next to her, let me see those beautiful tits."

You slide down Veronica and next to her on the seat. He whistles at your full d-cups and hard, pink nipples.

"Go on, girls, don't be shy," Mr. Fornacio instructs.

You turn to Veronica and see she is in distress. You smile and reach out to stroke her cheek, then you press your lips to hers once again. She is stiff against you, but in seconds she melts into your embrace. She parts her lips and your tongue slides into the sweet warmth of her mouth.

"Yes, nice," Mr. Fornacio says as he continues to carefully undress. "Veronica, feel her breasts."

She does, tentatively, and then with both hands, squeezing the heavy orbs and flicking her fingers across your nipples. A shiver of pleasure runs throug you and you gasp against her lips. She responds by lightly pinching and tugging on both nipples.

Mr. Fornacio strips off his shirt, revealing a fit torso covered in dark black hair.

"Suck on them, Veronica," he instructs. "Lick them."

She breaks the kiss and her face lowers to your breasts. Her breath is hot against your exposed flesh. Her lips capture a nipple and she sucks it into her mouth. It's so warm and wet, her tongue flicking the pebble-hard flesh. She lavishes your cleavage with kisses and sucks so hard on your nipples you cry out. She squeezes your tits together and licks around and around your small areolas.

You look over and see Mr. Fornacio is completely naked, standing just to the side of the clothes-covered table. He's watching intently, his hands slowly working up and down a long, thick and uncircumsized cock. He smiles when he sees that you're watching him, but then you are distracted by a sharp bite on your left nipple from Veronica.

You look down and Veronica grins, your nipple caught between her white teeth.