The shocked look on Eric’s face made me quiver. “What?
You’ve changed you mind? You don’t like it? Isn’t it the kind you
wanted?”
Eric squatted down, his face only inches from my dick. “I
don’t believe you did this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
“What do you mean? You asked me to!” I screeched, not
understanding his response.
He looked up at me, a sudden look of comprehension crossed
his face. “A P.A.!! Reggie, when I told you I wanted you to get a P.A., I meant at
the office, a personal assistant. Not a Prince Albert piercing!”
