Mr. Knight smiled when he heard the whistle. The sound indicated that it was breaktime at the job site, which triggered a certain pleasurable automatic response. He couldn’t help but smile because he knew that adorable, cutie-pie employee of his, Damien, would already be in the lounge area waiting for him.
Mr. Knight chuckled to himself; he could follow Damien’s eyes as they climbed up and down his tall body. The giant boss got a carnal thrill every time that he laid eyes on the miniature Latin boy toy. Damien was the very definition of ‘fun-size’; the lad barely came up to his broad chest when they stood before each other. Mr. Knight saw the lump in Damien’s shorts as they sized each other up, and knew that Damien’s interest hadn’t changed, and likely never will.
Suddenly, Mr. Knight yanked young Damien’s shorts down and salaciously groped the delighted doll’s soft, perfect orbs. Mr. Knight then tore his own remaining clothes off. He didn’t even consider going slow or holding back. Mr. Knight needed Damien’s puckering little ass and he needed it now.
Damien quivered and gasped in sheer anticipation. He absolutely understood that he was about to get it and get it good…
