Saying that she thought he did just to get her addicted to his horse cock, because by the end of her shift she was more than ready to collect his blac... seed deep in her hot pussy. He told her as he finnally made his deposit shuving all of that monster in that she would never have to worry about a job again as long as he was manager. Her regular customers didn't know what to think of her spending so much time in the kitchen, one big guy finnally asked her what was so interesting in the kitchen,. I went to my first table and asked if they wanted anything. It was an excuse, of course, most already had their drinks. I asked an attractive middle-aged couple. It all seemed so normal until I felt her hand travel up the back of my leg. She smiled up at me as her hand rested on my arse. Turning to her partner, she asked if he wanted me. An envelope slid across the table inscribed, £100 - blowjob.I didn't know if we were to go somewhere private. My answer arrived quickly as a seat cushion. " "Yes sir." she said, then licked her fingers and reached around behind herself. "Sir..." he mused. "You keep calling me sir." he said to her. "That's what you call your boss, Mr. Anderson, isn't it?" "Yes si- Yes, it is." she said. "I told you to use both hands to lube your ass." he told her. "That means I want to see you taking fingers from your asshole and licking them wet again." "Sir?" she asked hesitantly. "Don't call me sir!" he told her. "Call me Master!" "Y-yes Master!" she. He felt rock hard, distended to the uttermost, cock bursting with blood. She pushed her thumb up and down at the join at the front of his glans. The base of his cock squeezed, the top of the shaft gripped in her hand, her thumb pressing against the centre rim of his glans - it was too much. Suddenly a great jerk of cum shot up from the base of his cock, surged up it and burst out of him. He cried out. Spunk splashed onto his stomach, the tip of his cock almost in agony from sheer pleasure. She.