"You did such a good job for me, little one," he murmurs, as the echoes of moans and bodies coming together in the other room are shut out by the heavy door closing behind them. Monty is so small and light in his arms that he can support almost all their weight with one arm, and he deliberately slides his free hand between Monty's legs, casually fondling their little cock. The lights in the room flick on and adjust automatically, revealing a few choice pieces of furniture and a few racks of toys and tools, a quiet and private space for them to play and unwind.

"You know I have a call I have to take soon, little one," he murmurs, carrying Monty over to a seemingly normal leather sofa, which had an endtable holding a remote phone setup. "But you want my cock, don't you, baby? You must feel so empty right now without something big stuffing your hungry cunt."