It was true—he was not much different from the President of General Motors.On that Monday at mid-morning he was dealing with a public relations prob...em of the first magnitude. It was a reporter on the phone from the Valley Sentinel following up on a story. It was a weekly paper and the reporter was working against a deadline.Jackson: Sorry, Miss Hardaway, our confidentiality policy does not allow us to discuss personnel file information without the employee's consent.Hardaway: I'm just trying. ’ She smiled and gave me a hug. My tension melted with that, realizing that I wasn’t going to get into any trouble over the incident.‘I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you put on your pyjamas and come on into my room. I want to prove to you that everything is fine.’ With that, she turned and walked out the door, turning down the hall toward her own room. Not knowing what she had in mind, but guessing that she was going to let me have a couple of the magazines for my own room, I changed into my. I slowly lower my head into Eric's crotch and softly kiss his beautifulcock. I notice my lipstick leaves a small pink smear on the head of hispenis. Blushing again, I begin to lavish this perfect cock with kissesup and down the shaft. I begin to lick his cock from base to tip, it'slike a giant lollipop, and it happens to be the flavor I never knew couldbe so intoxicating. Making and O with my mouth, I feed Eric's engorgedcock inch by inch into my waiting mouth. Deeper and deeper I suck. He would hurt me badly, and then bring me a soda or something. And I’d be grateful to him. He’d ask me to kiss the ass of the massive dragon tattoo on his chest, and I’d be happy to do that for him. I was grateful, for fuck’s sake! Towards the end he would tell me to do things ... stupid or nasty things ... and I found myself wanting to do them. I wanted to please him – which horrifies me more than anything. I can’t go back! I can’t!”She was taking huge gulps of air, and I began to worry she.