“How many have you seen?” Del giggled.“Not a chance, buster boy. I’m not about to share my body count with you.” She found herself blushin... a little.“It’s just…you said you were a good girl in high school. You and dad got married right after high school…am I missing something? Have you ever seen a cock as big as mine?” He was testing her, forcing her to defend her expertise, her assessment of him. She watched another pearl strand drip from the tip of his cock down to the couch.“Clever. 'That sounds okay to me.' I said. 'I love audiences. When do we start?''In about five minutes' he said 'I'll go tell one of the guys who volunteered to get ready, and when you hear "Showtime" come on out.''Okay,' I said 'I'll be ready', and I walked into the bathroom to final check my makeup and hair, and did a really good tuck backwards with my cock to make sure it wouldn't show if I started to get hard while putting on the show. Then I stood by the door to wait, listening to the next group. “What’s wonderful?” she asked. “Coffee?”I handed her the cup I’d just brewed and started a third.“Outfits are shipping,” Melody said.“Oh good!”“I just paid $1,260 out of our account.”“Ouch.”“Are we going to make anything when we sell these?” I asked.“Our margin is only about 30%,” Lissa said. “It’s not enough to wholesale them to regular retail outlets, so we’re limited to what we can sell at events and online.”“It’s the damn shipping and customs,” Melody complained, holding her head. “We ship. ."Now bend over and hold on, Steffie," he said. She rested her forearmson the sides of the sink as she bent at the waist, her ass jutting outeven more. She wiggled it back and forth a little as she widened herstance and set her feet. "Oooooh, yeah, wiggle that sexy ass for me."Steffie shook her ass a few more times. "C'mon Ty," she said, "Fuckthis sissy ass. Shove that hot hard prick balls-deep inside of me andfuck me."She heard his feet shuffle a little and then she felt his hands on herass.