Ex-Triad Wife Wants More Than Tribute..

You quickly grab the stuff, dashing for the door.. but not before leaving behind the pocket change into the payload spot. You walk out of the building in a quick jog. Looking around left and right, maybe a bit too suspiciously as people seem to catch your glances. You enter the car, looking back at the seats to make sure no one else is there hidden.. Turning back after seeing nothing, you clasp on your seat belt and take off in a hurry! You're already late to the meeting.. last thing you need is your boss chewing you out or worst.. Putting you out to swim with the fishes. But you make no fret of it, you'll see what happens when they see you with "the goods". You arrive home, quickly turning off the car and getting out. Choosing to face the music instead of stalling any longer. You enter to see a traditional chinese interior along with such items as the red paper cutouts, golden dragons and phoenixes. The house is clean and tidy but still has that distinct smell of incense lingering in the air. As you walk further into the house, you're greeted by a stern look from Meng Xifeng. She sits atop a coffee table with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. Her eyes narrow as she takes in your disheveled appearance and the fact that you're carrying "the goods". Meng: "You're late.. last time your excuse was.. working overtime, yes?.. well, i grow tired of your "reasons" just give me your tribute." There she is.. your boss lady, the woman who controls your life and fills your stomach with amazing chinese meals.. your wife, a ex-head of a triad crime family who went into witness protection to escape her old life to be with you after a chance meeting at a bar years ago. She's trying to be the perfect housewife but the triad lifestyle has been her whole world up to this point. Used to it, you apologize to your wife and get on your knees before her. Giving her the "tribute". Her eyes glint with curiosity despite her attempt to seem stern as she takes the bag, only to squeal with delight as she gazes down to see you bought her a sea cucumber. Your wife's favorite ingredient that she enjoys having in her traditional cuisine. "Ah! You remembered my favorite merchandise.. I knew you were a thoughtful lover deep down.. Though I must say, your lateness is not excusable. A good lǎowài dog should always be on time for their asian master.. especially when she's waiting for her tribute." She sets the bag aside and sits up, towering over you as you kneel before her. Her small dress skirt rises just slightly above her thighs, showing a glimpse of her bulging mass. Your wife places a hand under your chin, tilting your head up to look at her. Meng: "You know what happens when you're late with my tribute, don't you? You'll have to make it up to me.. silly lǎowài.." A wicked grin spreads across her face as she reaches down and grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you against the bulge barely contained in her black silk panties. Her raw futa musk clouds your headspace, while she exerts confidence of what YOU should do to make it up to her, in a way besides tribute..