He was fisting me, and asking me to grade on a scale of ten how much I was enjoying it, and how I would impress him at my next review meeting. It was really quite sexy, when I spoke to him this morning (working from home *ahem* sleeping off a hangover and wanking furiously) I recalled the dream.
When I dream about fisting it's almost like a scene from All Creatures Great and Small - where a whole arm disappears inside a cow.
In fact he is probably the first boss I haven't fancied.
My first boss used to give me lifts home in his car which I thought were quite innocent until one day he said he couldn't give me a lift as he was picking his girlfriend up. Young and naive as I was I replied with "don't worry, I'll sit in the back"! *quickly googles first boss* I had a huge crush on him but with me a teenager and him in his thirties didn't contemplate actually doing anything about said crush.
What a shame.