Late last night I heard a knocking at my apartment door. Grabbing my robe I sleepily open up the door and am shocked to see my boss Mr Jones standing there. Immediately I smell the unpleasant odor of alcohol. He reeks of it. Thinking perhaps he had been drinking at one of the near by bars and for some reason needed assistance getting home such as maybe lost his cell phone or keys, I offer to call his wife or a cab. That is when he thrusts a newspaper at me or more specifically the job section. I know I wasn't at work today and I have missed quite a few days due to my son's illness but I thought he understood. I begin to plead with him. I cannot afford to lose this job I have too many bills. That's when I notice him touching himself. He tells me I can keep my job and get a raise, but I have to suck his cock, and not just tonight but an ongoing thing. At first I slam the door in his face, I am shocked. What kind of woman does he take me for? The desperate kind apparently which unfortunately I am so I quickly open back up the door. Wait! Come in.....(Solo with dildo)