I guess moving wastebaskets and chairs falls outside the scope of their contract. I hung up my coat and sat down. It was just a small plain envelope l...ike the ones for thank-you notes, but he note inside wasn’t from the cleaners. Instead, I found a computer generated Valentine’s Day card. It had a heart with an arrow going through it, and to one side was an impish looking Cupid holding his bow. I opened the heart and found a poem written in a bold, script font. Roses are red, Violets are blue,. I grabbed my phone and called 'New Boss.'"Hello KMBZ, this is Sam." Sam, this is Paul Johnson. Got a minute?" Hey Paul! So glad to hear from you. What is going on?" I was listening to the radio just now and an idea struck me. We need more joy and happiness in this town and seeing how I'm the happiest guy on the planet, I wanted to spread some of my joy around and make a few people happy." So why are you calling me?" Well, seeing as how you are the 'New Boss' I was hoping to use your station to. "Holy fuck," I exclaimed, "That is one fat cock!"He chuckled and said "You're a real black cock faggot aren't you."I replied, "Yes sir, I love pussy but somehow a huge black dick like this turns me into a cocksucker instantly. It's fun to delve into this fetish."I was slowly pumping his cock while I spoke but now needed to get to work. I slowly began to lick up from the bottom of his shaft, ending at his head with a drop of precum waiting. I noticed its' smooth salty taste and then started. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered. I didn’t move. “Now!” I scrambled, taking my shirt off and pulling my shorts down. “Boxers too.” Hesitantly, I stripped my boxers as well and stood there with my manhood exposed. My 6-inch cock dangled, soft. Mr. P then took off his own shirt and revealed his hairless upper body. He huge pecs and hard abs, with a small trail leading to the waistband of his pants. Mr. P shoved me back down so that that face was pressed up against the desk. I quickly grabbed.