Running seems too risky. Stay and play.

As much as you'd love to get out of here without working the three hours you promised the boss, you don't know that getting on the bad side of so many men, one of whom already apparently knows your name, is such a great idea.

So, instead, you find yourself sauntering back to the couch, two beer bottles in one hand, and a plate of food in the other.

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{endif}Rather inevitably, they then suggest that you kneel down in front of them. But they're not really asking, as becomes even more clear when they both take out their cocks.