“You did good boy. Gay sex The older man’s eyes look him up and down, scaling his entire body before locking on his eyes. Grow a pair! Glancing at the screen he sees the words “Good luck!”. I’d like to do some commission based writing one day too if anybody is ever interested.)Dillon sat at the edge of the cheap wooden desk, his back straight but his hands nervously clasped together. The door to the office behind him closes firmly, making him jump slightly before shoving his phone back into his pocket and sitting up straight, smiling.Ken was the owner of the business, “Ken’s Construction”. He barely gets 4 inches in before Dillon starts to cough, gag, and sputter, but Ken does not release him. Fuck. Dillons eyes show pure terror as Ken continues to smile. I need someone who is going to be a “yes man” and not question my motives. Um, you should use Ken’s Construction because we are the best of the best, and we will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are pleased with our services.” He half smiles at Ken, playing nervously with his own fingers.
