solid oaken doors, not flimsy curtains.
At first the man tried out several standard suits with a variety of
shirts and ties. It took quite some time, which was normal for the
customers at the store, but the man showed no signs of impatience. He
didn't come on to Jamie either, which was both disappointing and a
relief. After almost an hour Jamie took all the necessary measurements
required for a new suit and agreed with the man on a price and delivery
date. With that all he needed was the man's name and their business
would be concluded, at least for now. But before he could ask the final
question the man again turned his high powered gaze to Jamie and said:
"It's time you provided proper service Jamie." Jamie looked up
uncomprehending. What could he possibly be talking about? He was just
about to ask when the man cut him short: "Get on your knees and provide
proper service, Jamie." Jamie was dumbfounded. It was impossible. The
man had just asked him, no ordered him, to blow him. He opened his mouth
object. This was not the way things were done at "Huber & Worthington".
Before he could utter a single word a vicious slap landed on his left
cheek. It nearly knocked him over and as he felt the man's fingers close
around his throat he began to get very afraid: "I shall not ask you
again," the man said in perfectly reasoned tones: "Get on your knees and
provide me with real service."
There were no real options Jamie could think of and when the man let go
he quickly dropped to his knees and began fumbling with the man's
zipper. He finally managed to extract the man's member and when he held
it in his hands he gasped. It was huge! More like a small pole or stake
than a cock and as he tentatively opened his mouth he wondered if he
would even be able to take it. He was able to take all of it as it
turned out and soon he was sucking on the man's big, fat cock much too
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