I guess I can serve John

"Well, I guess, maybe it's fair...to let John control me for the rest of the week. That was our bet...whoever's team won that stupid football match would get the other to serve them for the week."

"I heard about that bet. I didn't really think either of you would follow through," Jennifer says as she leans over the desk toward Doe's trembling and **** smile.

"That way I guess I'd get what I deserved, and I thank you very much for the right to stay here in my job. I mean..."

"You mean you will not get your pussy serviced by John anymore, but you will be the **** for the rest of the week. I think that's a fine idea. Besides, I want to keep John happy; he's one of our best employees."

"I don't think he REALLY minded the service, but thank you Jennifer. Is that all?"

"One more thing, sweetie."