She did like me in pink boxers though, and bought me acouple of silk pairs as a present. They felt wonderful, and noone wasgoing to see the pink unde... my trousers anyway.I was reading through a presentation that John had sent me on a newclient when I noticed something odd. The slide background was pink andsomething kept catching the corner of my eye. I opened the presentationin the editor and looked through the slides then found one that keptflashing up really briefly before moving on. . Maine usse poonchhaa ki itnaa achchhaa khaanaa banaanaa tumne kahaan seekhaa. Usne bataayaa ki jiske yahaan voh pahle kaam kartaa thaa unki memsahib ne use khaanaa banaanaa sikhaayaa thaa.Maine dekhaa ki rohit sab kaam bade saleeke se aur bahut achchhaa kartaa hai aur maine kaee baar uski taareef bhi ki. Mere yahaan kaam karne ke kareeb do maheene baad ek din rohit mujhse bolaa: “sahib agar aap naaraaz na hon to ek baat aapse poonchhun.” maine kahaa ki binaa sune main kaise kahun ki naaraaz. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a stern gaze and said “that’s no way for a slut to talk to her daddy”.“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I said, this time the shock of what he said setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.“you will do what I say, or I send this picture to everyone” he said, and I knew he had me. “Now suck my cock”.I kind of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat faked defeated groan I got on my knees in front. That's why he carried this big-ass knife, I guess. Gotta be a man somehow, you know how that shit is.Jim and Sam, well, now, that's a different story. I mean, a guy with a schlong long enough to tickle your tonsils when he's only halfway up your pussy? Now, that's a dick, my friends. They say size doesn't matter, but that's a load of crap. It matters a lot.See, it's like this. Take a guy, he's got a dick, right? Can he do anything with it? Well, the first thing to check is how big he is. I.