The next morning, Lacey walked around with the butt-plug in her asshole. Mom cornered her. "Daughter, why are you walking around like you sprained your ass?"
"'Cause Mr. Gus told me to keep this stupid cone-thing in my butthole."
Maxine giggled. "Really? Daughter let me see it."
"No Mom, I'm nineteen now. You can't always be looking at my holes."
"MY HOUSE, MY RULES. DO IT!" Blushing red, Lacey bent over and pulled down her panties. Mom wiggled the butt-plug. "Wow, Mr. Gus is a naughty dude. I love it."
Lacey turned red. "Mom, my boss wants to fuck my butt. What would YOU do?"
"Ha, I'd bend over, spread my butt-cheeks and yell, "Giddy-Up. Ride me Cowboy!" Mom laughed. "Gus ain't officially you're boyfriend until he fucks your ass."
"B-but that's like...sodomy!"
"Yes dear, and sodomy is sweet." Mom laughed. "There's nothing like feeling a fat dick reaming out your acorn size anus."
***
Lacey drove to the bookstore and saw a sign on the door. "Closed for Inventory." She knew it wasn't closed for inventory--it was closed for fucking--her fucking.
Gus raced up and kissed her. "I'm so glad to see you my apple-cheeked lover." Just as Lacey suspected, he led her into the break room. "Honey, take off your panties and sit on my lap."
"Okay sir, but don't steal my undies like last time." Kicking off her panties she sat onto Gus's lap. The guy wiggled his cock lump against her butt-plug.
Of course it was nasty. Everything he did was nasty.
Kissing Lacey's neck, Gus unbuttoned her blouse. He released her small tits, squeezing them with his strong hands. "Ouch sir, you're trying to pop my ninnies!"