.."Better hurry up B, I don't think I do this alone much longer," Faithsaid, her voice displaying how tired she was."I'm coming, just hold on," said B...ffy as she rushed over to where Faithwas standing."Order up!" the cook yelled from the kitchen. Both slayers took theplates of food to the tables that ordered them."Hey Caroline, Karen! Your shift is over," came the voice of the ownerof the restaurant. He had called them by the fake names they had beenusing.After clocking out and taking care. As he gives me a mushroom slap across my cheek he says, “Make me nice and wet too!” with that, he drives it into my mouth and down my throat causing my eyes to water and my eyeliner to run. I moan and gag on his delicious cock while I finger my dripping wet cunt. He pulls out, spins me around again, and flips me onto my stomach so I'm bent over the table. He teases me by rubbing his cock on my clit and putting just the head inside me. I moan and beg as I squirm and try to push my pussy onto his. " Let me go," I whimpered as I struggled against them. "Don't you dare."His hands were up and mere inches away from my chest."So how big are they?" he asked again and he put both hands on my chest and squeezed me hard."Stop it, stop it," I cried."So tell us and I'll stop," he laughed and he squeezed me again."Please don't," I whimpered, I was completely broken."So?" he said."I'm a 'C' cup," I whispered."What's that?" he shouted, "a 'C' cup." Please," I whimpered my head down in shame."Fucking. So this Pujari did his chants, blessed people & then for some reason my friends dragged me to be blessed by him. Don't know why since I was not Hindu, I never expressed interest in the hindu religion until Punjabi Daddi invited me to a nearby cement hut where the Pujari had all his candles, prayer beads & all these paintings of dieties. I met face to face with this priest & in a matter of seconds he drops his silk robe to reveal his girthy cock. I knew this was going to happen so here was Daddi.