Your boss has humiliated you, but she isn’t done. As her masseuse arrives, she instructs you to sit in the corner like a good little bitch boy and watch a real man do his job. As he caresses her body, she reminds you of how you will never touch her. She guides his hands down her blouse, somewhere you will never get to go. Before long, she swivels her chair around and attends to her womanly needs, she moans in delight. Don’t you wish you could at least watch? Never. Because you are her bitch boy.