Jack's adviser bugs him on his day off.

Jack's cellphone went off -- the loading song to the original Sony Playstation escalating and descalating as his ringtone -- and he looked at who was calling.

"Do you mind Cohen? I'm kind of in the middle of something."

As his financial adviser muttered his concerns over the phone, he walked back over to Henry. During work-hours, Henry was Jack's brunet secretary, the guy who filters all his calls and brings him coffee. This being their day off, Jack has him suspended from the ceiling, Henry's arms tied behind him as he's suspended by a black leather corset. His legs are bound together by his thighs and feet and his mouth gagged with a ballgag.

Jack took the object he kept in his other hand -- a rimmed, plastic object that resembled a twisty pop -- and casually stuck it in his ass, Henry grunting and moaning from the intrusion. Jack's erection twitched slightly at the sound, considering removing the gag so that Henry could pleasure him orally.