Of course, faced with that statement, no further words were necessary. I immediately assumed my now-familiar position, on my knees, between his legs and unzipped his fly. As my mouth sank down around his semi-rigid shaft, a welter of emotions and thoughts ran through me. Of course, it was terrible that I'd be sucking my boss's cock as he watched a football game! I should have his undivided attention. On the other hand, I had to give him credit for original thought. He'd made me repeat back to him at his office that I wanted him to make into his "own personal sex-toy." I think I'd even added a phrase to the effect that I wanted him to do anything he wanted with me...and here he was, doing whatever he wanted with me, not whatever I wanted him to do to me.