Stop to tell Bobby he's being an ass

You move your head up off off Bobby's cock to give him a little speech about being a good colleague, but you're surprised to meet some resistance. Bobby's hand that was keeping your hair out of your face has now grabbed a firm hold of your hair and is pushing your head back down. "Oh, no, you're not stopping now. Not when I'm this close," your partner tells you. "Come on, take this dick!"

You feel a sharp pain, as Bobby jams his finger up your ass without any lubrication or warning. You yell out around his dick. A dick that is now very roughly being thrust into and out of your throat, as Bobby is bucking his hips up to meet your face. Meanwhile he's got a tight grip on your hair and is pulling and pushing your head to meet his own movements.

"Yeah, fucking slut," Bobby yells as he pushes his dick in your throat and lets loose. You feel his dick pulsing and the cum spurting straight down your throat. When he finally lets you up you are panting heavily. Bobby pulls your head sideways and rubs his still hard dick all over your face and through your hair, cleaning the cum and saliva off his dick, but smearing it all over you.

You're debating wether you should punch or kick Bobby, when you glance over at Mungucci's table. Then your heart skips a beat.