Trent grew dismayed with his upcoming assignment as part of the Acolytes, finding more potential Acolytes with Ambrosia, searching for those who escaped, and keeping them informed.

Still, the fact they managed to get him working in Rough Ronalds' Fast Food chain left him with more questions and assumptions.

They're working with someone higher up. Then again, if I became one of the elite seven

"Someone so weak like him becoming one of the big six" 

"Make sure you dump this into the food."

"What? Why?"

"Please don't finger me from behind."

As he guided her head up and down his cock, her breast slept together, and should clear down to invite him to give her chest the same amount of sensual heat.

"Don't bend me over the fryer!

"Stand up!"

She feighed ignorance as he lifted her above the fryer, making her hold the bars and he thrusted into her, making her bend over the fryer as she dumped down some fries for the recent customers.

"Don't warm up my chest with your," thinking of the right words, "intimating hands."

He gripped her buns, and she altered her moans to make it sound more painful until he reached her nipples, "begging," him to not pinch her nipples. 

With his firm grip, lust coated her body. The danger of her body getting thrown it was completely alleviated by her control of his wrath and pride. The steel kept her legs safe and sturdy for her to enjoy his hard rod filling her hole with every waking thrust.