You had the audacity to arrive to the interview, hopeful and in denial of one crucial criteria I specified on the ad. Did I not state that I want my house boy to be well endowed? And are you? No. You have a pitiful grape of a penis and I'm astonished at your impertinence that you're wasting my time. You must be punished. I'll give you a little taste of what you could have had. Stroke that little thing and look at me. I could've found a place for you, had you not lied to me. But instead, you and your puny prick will pay the price. You're going to ruin your orgasm on my floor. You'll get hooked on the small taste that I'm allowing you, never to know what it's like to cum properly in front of me. You'll be saddled with the life long frustration of being banished from my home, denied and put firmly in a place that you'll never deserve to occupy. Your tongue is the only appropriate way for you to clean your mess.