I run my finger lightly across it thoughtfully; his foot-rest. Milf porn I’ve had boyfriends, and I’m over that. Momentarily his arm drops a phone handset on the floor in front of me. Pensively, I check the drawer with my clothes in it. Waiting in agonizing anticipation for his abuse. And what the literal FUCK is turning me on about the racist cliche of being an asian slave to a white master?! I’m a feminist! He pushes it toward me and I take it, pulling it under the desk with me, blinking in surprise. “Uh! “What’s your name?” he asks, and again I don’t understand what he means. His hand hovers above my rapidly reddening butt-cheek, and I don’t know how to answer. I shudder. “We should be wrapped at 9, but I want you to leave at 4. He closes it again, lifting me up by my hair. Nobody tells you about the “suck my cock” hidden inside the “make 5 copies of this receipt”.
