But, unfortunately, Jon's fears were warranted. His boss was a very mean looking, older gentleman, who instructed Jon to kneel in front of his desk to take 'dictation' from his boss's 'staff'. Sexual innuendos for oral sex.
The only comment Jon's boss made about his choice in clothing was, "Jon, I know you are only trying to show off your natural assets, but remember what we talked about before, it does not matter what you have in your head, it matters what you have in your bra. If you continue to dress like this, people are going to take you at face value, and not look past your slight male appearance. I have an appointment set up for you tomorrow with my personal plastic surgeon, he will fix everything for you, and we will continue with the predetermined payment plan."
His boss proceeded to unzip his pants, and removed his stiffened member. He expected Jon to service him, and Jon actually had the knowledge of how to do this job. His wish was a little to helpful in this situation, Jon was going to be sick, but what could he do now?
