Revenge on My Boss

John Strong hangs up on his dickhead boss, fuming over the latest bullshit orders: drop a file at his house with the wife. That asshole's tone still burns in his ears. He pulls up, knocks, and damn if the door doesn't swing open to Sara Luvv, his boss's smoking hot wife, wrapped in this skimpy silky robe that barely covers her curves. She's all smiles, thinking he's some massage client who wandered in early. John sets her straight—he's her husband's grunt, here on business. Panic flashes in her eyes; she grabs his arm, whispering desperate pleas not to snitch on her little secret gig. John's no snitch, he says with a grin, but hey, how about a trade? Your silence for my services, and make it a full-service rubdown—happy ending included. Sara's eyes widen; she's just a legit masseuse, she swears, hands trembling on the doorframe. John nods, all understanding, really he does—it's just that he drags his ass out of bed every damn morning to slave for her prick of a husband, and keeping this under wraps without a perk? Nah, that'd twist his gut wrong. She bites her lip, sighing we all gotta swallow some compromises in this life, then drops to her knees, works him hard until he unloads a thick squirt of cum right across her tight ass. If only she'd hooked up with a halfway decent guy instead.