Not having the full amount in cash meant that I would need to fork over something else, a bonus tacked on to the payment to smooth things over. I’ve been so used to being passed around by men of power that it came as second nature to offer him my body as the bonus. I hate to admit it, but there’s a strange excitement that brews when I see that glimmer of gold around their finger telling me that I might be seducing a married man. One who is so focused on work that he will do whatever it takes to clear his mind and get back to the drawing board. Even if that something is a submissive bottom boy like me. He unbuttons his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and I fall on my knees and undo his belt buckle. I pull down his pants and see Sir Peter’s deliciously thick, uncut cock spring up from the waistband. I aim it towards my mouth. His hand comes behind my head as he asserts his dominance, leaving me gagging as he thrusts down my throat. He wastes no time lining up that big dick against my hole once I present to him on the ottoman. Using only the spit on his cock as lubricant, he pushes forward inside me. His girth spreads my hole open and I arch my back to take in his full size, forcing moans and gasps of air from me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this line of work.