“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” He stared at me for a minute longer, and I raised a brow. “I know my dick is mesmerizing. Want to suck it?” His eyes widened. “No, sir!” “Why? You don’t like the way my dick looks?” “I— um, that’s not it at all, sir.” “So you do like the way it looks?” His eyes darted around wildly, looking for someone to save him before they came back to me. “It’s a perfectly nice cock, sir.” “Gross,” I said, smacking him upside the head. “Don’t stare at my dick, newbie. Get the fuck out of here. And don’t come back without my goddamn clothes!” I shouted as he scrambled away.
